Kares102Contributor
Dreading Sleep, Dreading Waking Up
I’m finding that the longer I’m awake and the further from having to sleep I am, the less I have to think about her and how horribly it all went. I don’t grieve anywhere near as badly, I don’t feel desperate to beg for her bag, I don’t feel nearly as much self hatred.
But the darkness and isolation of my room, the knowing that all my dreams will be of her, waking up 6 times a night and having to realise she’s gone every time. It hurts so much, and I dread having to go through it all every time.
I can’t even wake up at an appropriate time, it’s barely shifted from 4am to 5am every morning since she’s been gone, and I’m not even tired - where a month ago I couldn’t even wake up before 8 without passing right back out.
I’m just so mentally exhausted, and I only have a good 5 hours a day where I’m not trapped and suffocating with grief. I cry every chance I get and it hasn’t slowed down. I try to leave the house but I panic when I have plans.
I’m genuinely afraid I’m not the same as everybody who insists it will get less painful, and I will never be able to function again. That all I have to look forward to is some dystopian life where every day is a terrifying path covered on both ends by nightmares.