It’s been about 5 weeks since I slept for more than a couple of hours at a time. I’m exhausted!
I no longer hear dogs barking… instead I wake up in sheer panic, over and over and over again, all night long. I long for the barking dogs to return to my head! They were friendlier than the panic!
I’ve taken night sedation… changed to a different night sedation… taken anti anxiety meds (prescribed for me and some not prescribed for me). Yet still I wake frequently throughout the night, gut wrenching anxiety tearing me from each short sleep.
I’m starting to question if I need ECT… something, anything to reset my brain! The longer this episode of insomnia lasts the louder my internal dialogue will become. Until it reaches fever pitch… until I start to feel like I’m being torn inside out. The screeching inside triggering the aversion to high pitched noises that’s linked to my ASC… but you can’t cover your ears or run away if the screeching is on the inside.
Tonight I’ll try again. I’ve taken the night sedation… the highest dose I’m prescribed. I no longer have any hope of sleeping though.
It’s often bandied about that phrase… he/she’s totally barking! I’ve said it myself, about strangers and family members.
My recent posts have been about my insomnia. I tend to doze and wake throughout the night, rarely getting more than a couple of hours sleep without waking. I’ve had various things waking me in the past. Recently it’s been barking. Yes, barking! I’ve had barking in my head.
I do have two dogs, so initially I thought it was one of them barking and waking me. But they would both be asleep when I woke. I’ve heard my friends dog barking when she’s not here. I’ve heard barks that are totally unfamiliar. They all wake me up.
So I guess it all means I’m barking mad.
Imagine the blade at your throat. The pain would be white hot as it sliced. The smell metallic. Imagine the warm gush of blood over your chest. Your chest rising and falling rapidly, with each ragged breath. The blood would thunder in your ears as your heart pounded. Your pupils would dilate. Your hand would reach out for something, for someone, but encounter nothing. Just imagine!
Insomnia = ^ anxiety, ^ thoughts of self harm/suicide, ^ ruminating, ^ self isolation, ^ alcohol consumption.
^ alcohol consumption = ^ thoughts of self harm/suicide, ^ anxiety, ^ propensity to ruminate, ^ self isolation.
^ self isolation = ^ propensity to ruminate, ^ anxiety, ^ alcohol consumption, ^ thoughts of self harm/ suicide.
^ thoughts of self harm/ suicide = ^ anxiety, ^ alcohol consumption, ^ self isolation, ^ propensity to ruminate.
^ propensity for ruminating =……… etc etc etc
I meander around the local cemetery most evenings. I read the gravestones as my dogs stop to sniff. I like graves, I always have. I can spend hours wandering amongst the stones. My all time favourite graveyard is Pere Le Chaise in Paris, a place one could spend days in and never get bored.
But I do have a problem with epitaphs…
‘Fell asleep’ – I want to scratch it out and write Died!
‘Passed away’ – again, they Died!
‘Gone but not forgotten’ – most often seen on long neglected graves.
‘Forever resting in peace’ – they’re not resting, they’re dead.
‘Reunited in heaven’ – maybe they didn’t want to be reunited and, let’s face it, there isn’t a heaven.
I’ve planned my funeral songs but never thought of a gravestone, never considered leaving a stone to decay for some future generation to read and ponder as they meander amongst the stones.
Maybe my stone will read…
Died on this day (date). Gone and soon forgotten. If there’s a hell she’s probably writhing in its deepest pits and loving every minute.
My first priorities are my dogs. They were the first ones (as were the other two pooches in the car) to enter my brain during a recent accident. Swiftly followed by my best bud in the passenger seat. After that it was dealing with the others in the accident, make sure everyone was ok, then back to check on the dogs.
It was a shite day for driving. The car in front indicated very late for his left turn, I braked, the car behind me was on the old tram lines and failed to stop, rear ending me and shunting me forwards into the car in front.
Priorities… dogs, best friend, other humans, vehicles. Then continuing to check on pooches and best friend.
My evening dog walks are often taken through / around the cemetery these days. It’s a peaceful walk, surrounded by the dead, surrounded by the silently majestic trees, with my dogs padding quietly beside me. More peaceful on a damp, grey evening like this one.
As I wandered I wondered if the noise in my head would continue after I’m dead… Don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe in the afterlife, in heaven, in reincarnation. But I wondered if electric echoes of the constant noise inside my head would continue when I don’t have a head to contain it? It’s an odd thought, to consider my erratic, ever questioning thoughts would continue after I’m gone.
The noise is at a level that I find comfortable… no longer at fever pitch but never silent. I don’t recall a time it was ever silent. My surroundings are finally quiet, which is bound to help with the noise in my head. I’m happy, as happy as I’ve ever allowed myself to be.
So these really are just wonderings as I wander, just grave thoughts.
After tossing from side to side, going over everything that I need to do before moving house, and then going over it all again and again and again… I realised, after what seems an interminable age of struggling up hill head first into a gale force wind, I’ve crested the hill and I’m now hurtling down the other side at breakneck speeds with the wind at my back.
Before finally dozing off (for probably much less than two hours) I wondered if there are too many shades of bat shit in my crazy………
I can tell I’m feeling trapped and powerless by my urge to spend money. I’m thinking of new tattoos or a new laptop. Neither will solve the problem. Either will give me a short term release.
I made the decision to get up at 5.31am instead of the usual 6.03am. I wanted to avoid people, who are invariably going out earlier as the weather gets warmer. But instead of avoiding people I saw more than usual. People walking dogs, people jogging, people cycling… people everywhere!
I pulled up in the car park and let the hounds loose… five of them in total (not all mine, just in case you were wondering!). Just behind us was a chap with a gsd… I hurried to get the pack out of the way, and chose to take a different route over the fields.
I headed straight to the woods, thinking that I could traipse the fields after the woods. Just inside the woods we saw a woman with her dog, and in order to avoid contact I decided to walk the woods widdershins. The woman decided to do the same.
Within minutes all five dogs had disappeared, not unusual in the woods. But they usually bark at squirrels so I know where they are, on this particular day they were all silent. I looked and shouted as I stomped along the path, eventually spotting one of my boys through the trees. I pushed my way through the undergrowth, mindful of the nettles, and headed towards my dog.
All the pack were there… so was a dead deer 😦 They were all nompsing on bits, the younger two managed to pull the main deer into two pieces. One ran off with the top half, the other with the bottom. After lots of coaxing and lead use I managed to get four of five dogs away from the carcass. The fifth dog was nowhere to be seen.
I took the four dogs out into the field (easier said than done, it actually took three attempts!) and sat in the grass calling for the fifth dog. Just as I was about to give up and head back into the woods she appeared… her belly twice it’s usual size.
I eventually arrived back home almost three hours after setting off that morning. And it was all because of the choices I made that morning… going out earlier, choosing a different route, walking widdershins instead of deosil around the woods…