Hello my beautiful cyber-Grand daughter Claire
You poor thing! I do know the constant battle for sleep, though the memory of it is faded a little from time passed. I know it is completely debilitating. Sleeping seems to affect everything, eating, drinking, peeing, pooping and absolutely thinking; the ability to understand - the lack of it seems to confuse my mind absolutely. My monsters used to visit me in broad daylight in plain sight!
Here comes you cyber-Grandma, wielding a bottle of tea-tree oil, a light bandage and an unending bubble of love
I'm tending to your wounds whilst speaking very lovingly and gently to you; with just the tiniest touch of fear to the tone in my voice, all for a very selfish reason - I don't want to lose you
Don't forget the little strategies like an elastic band or an ice-cube.
I gave up on 'getting better' many years ago, now I focus on managing - and it's taken a lot of the pressure off my own mind. I am who I am how I am, as you are; and I am worthwhile just like you
I think maybe your symptoms {don't know if that's the right word} may go through a cycle, and because your young I think that cycle could be like a tornado - wild and destructive. As many things do though, including the cyclone in your mind, it may change and weaken as it ages. I think the hardest thing that I've learnt from my experience with my mind - is patience. Perhaps more to the point, the reason to be patient for - joy. There will be good times in life, when you feel a lot of bad in your life, even just a moment of good can be a life saver. It takes a lot of hard work waiting for those moments.
I am with you @outlander
I'm reaching through your computer screen and touching your cheek right now
I hope you do enjoy a visit with your Aunty.
Sending lots of love, courage and patience,
Niqua