The loss of sleep. The lack of rest.
CarbonTiger
Registrant
Responses are welcome if you read all of this. I'll try to respond._____________________________________Hi... um. I think my health is worsening. I'm unsure but I hardly sleep these days. I can feel little one, (my inner child) crying inside. Screaming in pain and wanting to run away forever.
Currently i'm doing a stressful job that is making it hard for me to want to go to work. I have suffered two concussions couple years ago that fucked me up. I don't think ppl believe me when I say that my brain has not been right since the first one. What drive's me crazy is that, everything is great health wise according to my MRI in August.
So, maybe it's the pills I take. Maybe its the C-PTSD, that alters my physical self. Maybe it's the insomnia in my 20s. The covid I finally caught in 2022. Or the severe depression I was diagnosed with. I've struggled for so long, mostly on my own pushing through as most males my age were taught to be tough.
I'm smart enough to take care of myself. I've survived so much trauma. Sexual, physical, mental etc... i'm not even sure what my point is with all this, its not to brag or to boast. It actual feels shameful to speak out loud. I have to tell the truth and not lie how I am feeling though. I don't have to lie to protect anyone anymore. I can be open and honest with how I am feeling and what my symptoms are! (((Right!?.)))
I digress. I'm just so tired guys. My body and mind are not just tired, my bones and my soul are. I think I am burnt-out again. I pray and wish for rest. I have fought to stay alive and now I fight for this little child inside me. Standing guard at the door to protect him. Asking if he wants to take a hot shower to soothe his pain. Reminding him that its okay to not be okay.
I wonder how much time I have left, and what else I have to give. How far can I go. Why am I like this. Why are all of these things so heavy on my shoulders. These intrusive thoughts batter my windshield like rain as I race to get home into my safe space. I listen to music to cheer me up and ease my discomfort. I think about my mom and dad. I cry some more because life was not as easy for them too. I grieve deeply.
I cry because of the news. I sob in the shower talking to myself. I know little one is scared again....
I tell him I am protected by forces in this world that do not want to harm me. As I wish no harm on anyone. I put my hand on my heart and ask if he needs a hug.
There is no nightmare we can't escape together. Little one, remember those dreams of Spider-man, or the ones where you were flying?! Those dreams were cool! Not the ones where ghosts visit you and sit on your bed. Those entities cannot harm you, as much as they would like too. I reassure myself that i'm not paranoid but intuitive. That I've been prone to seeing spirits where I grew up. The bad ones try to scare you, they try to hurt you. Its cause they are dead and you are alive.
They want what you have. Life, power, and most of all love.
Its okay to rest little one, i'll keep watch tonight...


