I hate nightmares.

The hell of it is that I can't explain what was so scary about it. It just was.

I was in a movie theater with my friends, going to see a movie adapted from a book that you, the_xtina, had written. I have no idea what it was supposed to be about, though oddly enough I know that it was a thick book. Anyway, not so bad ( Read more... )

Christ.

Judging from my f-list, I'm not the only one who had freaky nightmares last night.

Here's mine: I dreamed Sargon had been murdered, and I was being forced to look at crime scene photographs in order to identify his body, which was impossible, because it was in, like, piecesNow, 1) I am deathly afraid of dismemberment and gore, and 2) I am ( Read more... )

The other day I talked about what it's like to have a panic attack, how they feel.

I'd like to thank everyone who commented, either to say that they have panic attacks, and that reading what I wrote helped them to understand they are not alone, or to those precious folks who wrote to say that they don't have them, and now they can understand it a ( Read more... )

Sometimes I have panic attacks. Anxiety attacks. Whatever.

I want to talk about what it feels like. A lot of you have them too. This is for you, so you know you aren't alone.

A lot of you don't have them. If that describes you, don't skip thisRead it ( Read more... )

Bolt awake again, for no reason worthy enough to justify the sleeplessness ( Read more... )

I gave myself a nasty fright this morning, as I was drifting in and out of sleep. I got it into my head that I'm almost 30, and I could be half done. Not the first time I've had that thought by a long shot, but sometimes when I'm sleeping it sneaks up on me and instead of whispering in my ear like it usually does, it finds a soft spot and it ( Read more... )

As previously reported, I've been taking kava kava to control my panic attacks and overall misery level, and it's been working really well. So well, in fact, that I stopped taking it a few weeks back. I'd only taken small doses twice in the past three weeks ( Read more... )

I am so super-duper maxi extreme ultra not okay. Ugh ( Read more... )

I should be sleeping. Right? Sleeping? Isn't that what people do when it's 4:30 a.m. and they have shit to do the next day like, oh, give blood and see friends and do art show stuff and paint and write and buy flea treatment for the mammals and feed snakes and . . . and . . . and ( Read more... )

"I balk at sleep as if it were a hole filled up with horrors, leading God knows where ( Read more... )