I really dislike talking about the "psychotic" parts of my illness. I don't want to have it, I don't want to think about it, and God knows I sure don't want to write about it.
And yet, many nights, I lie in bed, hearing noises that might or might not be there. Ron is about 50% deaf, so it can be pretty useless to ask him. I can't exactly go bang on a neighbor's door, "Excuse me, do you hear a muted banging noise?" Sometimes it sounds like a car, with the loud boom-boom speakers, a ways off... and maybe it is, maybe it isn't.
This morning, when I opened the door, the "noise" went away. Same with a few nights ago. So, then I'm faced with Doc's advice to "take another antipsychotic".
I go into whining mode; I don't want to to take an antipsychotic. I don't want to NEED one, much less TWO. I want to go to bed and sleep every night like the "normal" people do.
And then I got on a message board, or Facebook, and it looks like the "normals" don't sleep any better. A lot of them have painful and debilitating physical conditions that affect their sleep. Many have anxiety issues.
And my "possible hallucinations" with moderate anxiety and insomnia, look pretty average.
As I lie in bed, I ask God to give me a decent quality of sleep; even if I don't get the hours. And I always do. I always have just enough to keep me going through the next day, and get my God Time, too.
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