Terror is too strong a word to describe how I sometimes feel when going to sleep alone. Dread best describes the emotion. A mounting, suffocating dread that becomes stronger and stronger as I become sleepier and sleepier.
Lately, I’ve been having trouble sleeping. This only happens when I sleep alone, which, thankfully, is rare, because the boy usually sleeps at my place before he goes to work. It started just a few weeks ago. I remember waking up feeling like someone was watching me. I sat up on my bed, my heart beating fast, and listened. For what seemed like a long time, I couldn’t hear ANYTHING. And just as suddenly, the sound rushed back in a wave. When I checked the time, it was almost 3AM.
Okay, so I might be paranoid because I saw that f*cking scary movie about the exorcism and stuff. I don’t know where this sh*t is coming from. I’ve never had trouble sleeping before. But it’s terrible. Now, I sleep with the lights and the windows closed.
Praying has definitely helped. I’m not sure if this is a sign for me to go back to church or something. I do know that I haven’t been praying as often as I did before. And when I say praying, I mean, just talking to God, really, about how my day went and being thankful for the people around me.
Does anyone have any advice for me? Seriously considering sleeping pills now. 😦