Syvelocin
October 9th, 2010, 02:59 PM
I was just at the peak of my happiness for probably the last four years. And I feel myself just sliding back down, ever so slowly.
Two nights in a row now, I've gotten virtually no sleep because I'm afraid to close my eyes. It's when I keep them open, that I can tell what's going on, and be sure there will be nothing there. When I finally close them, I hallucinate. And when you're that tired, you'll close your eyes. Then I hear things that aren't there, and feel things around me. I open my eyes, and it stops. I only hear my fan, and Jay's even breathing. The only person there is him.
He tells me it won't be over until I sleep, and to sleep, I have to close my eyes. He would tell me to close my eyes, and he would keep talking. Keep saying whatever he could, keep saying nonsense, even singing to me. Rubbing my arms. Making sure that I always heard his voice, and always felt his presence. Everything he could to let me know that he was there and that it would be alright if I kept my eyes closed. I finally fall asleep to this.
The bedding tucked in, so I knew where it was at all times. The window open, with the steady cold breeze and constant chirping of crickets. The ambience of my alarm clock sleep setting. Everything to keep me, and my imagination, grounded.
I kept everyone up till three last night. We usually go to bed at eleven. I feel like such an insane, burden, that no one should have to bear.
EDIT: Here comes yet another night, actually. I fell asleep about three hours ago, and woke up again with the same paranoia as the last two days. I'm trying to judge whether it would be better to get over this, or sleep on the couch until I gain back more sanity.
I'm so tired...
Two nights in a row now, I've gotten virtually no sleep because I'm afraid to close my eyes. It's when I keep them open, that I can tell what's going on, and be sure there will be nothing there. When I finally close them, I hallucinate. And when you're that tired, you'll close your eyes. Then I hear things that aren't there, and feel things around me. I open my eyes, and it stops. I only hear my fan, and Jay's even breathing. The only person there is him.
He tells me it won't be over until I sleep, and to sleep, I have to close my eyes. He would tell me to close my eyes, and he would keep talking. Keep saying whatever he could, keep saying nonsense, even singing to me. Rubbing my arms. Making sure that I always heard his voice, and always felt his presence. Everything he could to let me know that he was there and that it would be alright if I kept my eyes closed. I finally fall asleep to this.
The bedding tucked in, so I knew where it was at all times. The window open, with the steady cold breeze and constant chirping of crickets. The ambience of my alarm clock sleep setting. Everything to keep me, and my imagination, grounded.
I kept everyone up till three last night. We usually go to bed at eleven. I feel like such an insane, burden, that no one should have to bear.
EDIT: Here comes yet another night, actually. I fell asleep about three hours ago, and woke up again with the same paranoia as the last two days. I'm trying to judge whether it would be better to get over this, or sleep on the couch until I gain back more sanity.
I'm so tired...