Okay so we didn't go to court this week. It has been postponed until late May.
So the nightmare are continuing. As soon as the melatonin has worn off, of which it has stopped helping me sleep at even 10 mg a nightly dose, the terrors start.
This morning, after my husband has already left the bedroom, I woke up from a bad dream. It was horrible. What woke me up was reaching over and punching the person controlling me in the dream. In real life I had reached over with my right arm and punched my husband's pillow hard. Good thing he wasn't sleeping on it!
Yesterday morning I woke up from a bad dream calling out my brother's name.
The day before that was another bad dream.
PTSD really sucks.
I hate being a victim.
Too much bad stuff has happened to me in my life.
Molested at ages 4-8, beaten as a child, mentally abused as child and then as an adult, raped as an adult and then this crap last year with my brother. Is it any wonder I have bad dreams?
This is the very reason why I refuse to co-sleep with my child....EVER! If she becomes sick I'll snuggle with her in a chair and I'll stay awake. I'm good with staying awake. I'm an insomniac that doesn't drink coffee or energy drinks.