Friday, June 01, 2018

Twelve hour nightmare

All the delving and other coalesced into a singularity of stress and the next day I was wiped then had a cook off about childhood. By 8 pm I was done and by 8:30 I was asleep.

I "slept" for the next 12 hours with minor wakes for torment and toilet. It was a cascading tumble of past life stressors all competing to hurt me the most. I woke drained and clammy with micro bursts of dream thought still pinging around my skull. It's bizarre to wake with psychological distress, that you feel that you've been attacked and wounded as you slept but there are no monsters here in the waking world.

That's life with a workplace mental health injury; your sleepscape will be forever roiled and you may wake with a ripcord pulled on past distress.

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