u/norththread
8-9 days no sleep and haven't been able to sleep more then 2 hours for 2 months straight
I'm sure this is absolutely awful. But I have no clue what to do.
Anyone have rumination to the point they dream about it, research it 16 hours a day, talk about it, it's never even close to enough. Chronic illness.
It's never enough. And how would it be if no one's coming to save me?
How do you get over years of isolating and ruminating if everything you know is true?
I have chronic illness and nobody is coming to save me. It's been years of this.
No matter how optimistic and postive I manifest endless bad luck. Anyone else?
I seriously need answers.
Does anyone else have a family no matter what their going through their illness / pain is not believed? How do you cope?
I have endless proof of pain. I've moved across the country to live with people from this subreddit. I dropped out of school for doctors appointments. What do you even do at this point? My support system is absolutely zlitch.
Why do the people who love you deny your reality?
I would legit do anything to stop going to bed at 8am and rather wake up at this time.
I've been severely ill from mold for years. I have to throw away everything I own.
I have to throw away everything and restart for the 3rd time. Neighbor had massives leaks from pipe bursts.
No matter how positive, no matter how optimistic no matter what manifestation technique, no matter how hard of discipline motivational willpower it almost every time ends in a way that couldn't be worse.
I can't keep going to bed at 7am. I fucking hate this. Everyone in my life calls me lazy.
I need to heal a chronic illness and need that 10-2AM detox window
For months now it's been go to bed at 7-10am and wake up when everything is closed and it's 3-5pm.
So beyond pissed. Probably have done over 95+ all nighters this year. I don't know anyone in life who's more sleep deprived than I've been in my life. I'm pissed.
I used to love the night. In fact, it was the only thing I loved two months ago I prayed that I would only like day, not thinking it would work cause I hate the day and I haven't enjoyed the night for even a millisecond. I only enjoy the day.
How paradoxical.
I have unlimited amounts of willpower discipline and motivation. I'll stay up days on and go to bed earlier and earlier go to bed later and later I'm on Ambien Tylenol and melatonin no matter what I can't lay down until it's too late and then I'm panicking and then I'm up till 7 AM. I've been trying to fix my sleep schedule for 11 months straight. Completely isolated on a night schedule. I've lost my entire life to the schedule. I'm drowning in debt. I've lost relationships. Everything.
I go to bed at 7am and wanna cry honestly. Everyone the sun shines through my window I am incredibly jealous beyond words. Another day fucking wasted. My mind runs a billion miles a minute, I take melatonin, Tylenol pm, ambien...
I've lost everything to night schedule. I can't stand the night. Truly sick of it when it once meant everything to me. I feel sick to my stomach looking at the clock and it being past 12-1am... this is sickening. I wish to god I was a morning person. Who actually gets anything done in the night... it's never consistent. I want rountine, I want schedule, would do anything. I always have a window to sleep from 3pm-7pm but if it gets passed that I'm up till 7am no matter what medication no matter how many days I've been up. Doesn't matter. Extremely sad about the situation. Anyone relate?
It's not that I can't get tired. It's that my mind racism 1,000,000 miles a minute last night I took Tylenol p.m. melatonin and Ambien. I've been up for days.
I absolutely can't stand this.
I couldn't get on sleep schedule and that might have caused me everything I've ever known and loved.
People always say God never leaves you left, that's not true at all.
I was trying to get on schedule to make the best of my shitty hometown and enjoy it for the summer after years of going to bed at 7-10am. (Pretty sure I have DSPD aswell)
Anyways I couldn't get on schedule because my bed broke and I was forced to sleep in the living room. Problem is I live in a Petri dish so I wasn't able to sleep worried about waking up with headaches and pain etc. that lead to multiple days no sleep. Now weeks later I been in a functional psychosis for weeks. Stopped cleaning, stopped eating, stopped relaxing, stopped watching YouTube, stopped sleeping, dropped 70 pounds... so much more. I don't turn on LEDs anymore. I don't pay wifi anymore (which led to $450 in bills on accident for late fees and return of equipment)
I can't explain how well everything was going. I lost a guaranteed 10k per month job... did 3 interviews on no sleep missed the 4th one. All I've ever needed was stable income online to heal.
It's to humid to open windows, my house has tons of black mold, ac unit is filled with mold, so is all my porus stuff. And it's every room. The carpet etc.
I haven't had a haircut in months... I was the sick kid in highschool didn't wanna be seen as the sick kid now and waited so long that now everyone knows I'm here and sick. If I would've just been on day schedule two months ago, none of this would've ever happened and I want to catch the pipe leak.
Everything I own is moldy because I accidentally left windows open overnight during a humity spike / rain because I found all this black mold on my baseboards in my living room. I live in the perfect unit, friends upstairs, mom, brother, grandma, in units across the street, on a beautiful golf course.
I have been isolated for over 3 years straight, bed ridden trying to get better from mold illness and nervous system deregulation to the point where If I saw a human it took me hours of deep breathing to come back down to normal. I moved back to my hometown and that's when it got REALLY BAD. I fixed that nervous system issue after 11 more months of breathing and nervous system work and I was like you know what?
I'm gonna start waking up early, eating healthy, going to the gym, hanging out with people I haven't seen in years. I'm gonna make the best of this town while I wait on my housing choice voucher to California (115 on the list waiting to be called)
I figured now that's it's summer I can finally leave. It's small town Minnesota so I was on night schedule letting the days fly by for months / years.
Cause it's not seasonal depression it is the worst depression you could ever imagine... especially moving here after living in downtown Seattle.
I got to a point after months of not leaving cause i wanted to be in Cali so bad where I actually was like I'd rather live here for the summer, hang out with my friends go to a gym I know eat good food be around family all summer...
I just don't know why this had to happen. I've already lost everything. Now I finally accept my hometown after months of hating so much I isolate and this happens? Only solution would be to move to a new unit and throw everything away to not cross containment... and even then... no friends, no family, nothing to do, not furnished.
For 11 of those months I was posting about God and bring thousands to god daily on Snapchat getting 50-200k views. And this is how I'm repaid? I wasn't even expecting anything but the betrayal is insane.
Why couldn't I have just woken up early, made it to Easter, made it to my birthday, got that job, caught the pipe burst before it was to late etc... I even had the toilet water come thru the subflooring.
Feel free to ask questions there's so much more. I feel so betrayed by God. Over 20 million times have I just been ABOUT TO heal and then bam. 12 years of illness at 22. I'm always in chronic pain.
I hate being called obsessive when I lost everything. I'm obsessed with getting my life back. And no matter how much I turn off the obsession or whatever the facts still are there.
I'm still breathing in mold.
My sanctuary was still destroyed.
I still have to move.
I still missed a 10k a month job.
I still can't bring that stuff with me in cross contaminate.
I still can't get my life back together until I get on schedule.
The gym is still pointless until I'm in clean air
I still now can't live by her, friends, and family on a beautiful green golf course.
my relationship with God is still screwed up cause this never had to happen.
Like... why. I cant explain how many times I've lost everything to mold.
It feels like an excuse. It really does. My life has been absolutely destroyed by night schedule.
No matter what I do I just can't fall asleep till 6-7am but it feels like an excuse cause I've never once laid down at 6-7 before I hit that second wind that keeps me up all night.
What are the hallmarks of DSPD? How do I rule out if it's just horrible horrible horrible bed time procrastination
Countless all nighters, going to bed later and later, going to bed earlier and earlier.
I notice the body always creates a bridge of incidents till adleast 1-2am no matter what every single time.
It's like as soon as it's hits 7pm all the tiredness id built up over days just vanishes... and next thing you know it's 11:30-12-1
I don't know if it's the most unconscious bed time procrastination on the planet or what. I'm extremely tired of it. I want my life back. I take ambien and just lay there all night. Or feel like I wake up thousands of times.
I'm on ambien right now and even after days no sleep I just lay there all night... maybe can get my body to shut off but my mind will absolutely not until 7-10am...
I have yet tried to fall asleep before that second wind and idk how.... i'll stay at multiple days and I'll consciously watch the clock. I can't let that happen again. I've done this hundreds of times next thing you know it's 8:30-9pm again...
No one would do this to themselves. What is this? I've done hundreds of all nighters this year.
I can only think of the subconscious (95%) controlling your entire life. But I'm not sure.
It's the most unconscious self sabatoge on planet earth. I haven't left my house in months, need a haircut, missing holidays, missing job opportunities.
It's an unlimited game of "I didn't kill her I swear I'm innocent" and going to jail for decades.
Anyone else relate? When you have a clean house and only have a few spots of bubbling paint or mold in your ac or mold behind a wall...
Just seems dramatic to everyone else.
Surely I eventually would meet another person with HLA Dr Gene right? I don't wanna believe in mold illness but I cough up black all day everyday and was perfectly healthy before I ever moved into a moldy basement. Hundreds of issues since.
I need everyone's stories. Why is almost everyone you've ever talked to fine.... expect for me.