Many of my readers will know that over the last year, I have been dealing with all sorts of mental health quirks (of which you can read about here, here and here), in some ways this blog has been just as much as case of me documenting my experiences with my mental health as it is what I've been doing in post. Which should mean that some of this post shouldn't be a shock to you.
I should have seen it coming to be fair. I was getting really bad anxiety about half 7 last night and was having to deep breathe in order to maintain some sanity. I then went to see a couple of my friends as I often find, I calm down if I can talk to someone.
This is where this incident had the shittest timing ever. I went to bed about half past midnight and ended up having a nightmare. I won't go into the full details but it involved my one of my estranged family and the death of my mother. Naturally, this dream was very distressing especially when it came right out nowhere and it caused me to have a panic attack at 2 o'clock in the morning. Now the problem with having a panic attack at 2am on a Sunday Night is that people are asleep, when they are asleep, you can't talk to them. So then I ended up getting more worked up because I felt isolated. Needless to say, I was unable to go back to sleep since my panic attack and I'm now functioning on 90 minutes sleep.
I shall do another entry tonight because I'm going to attempt to get some sleep.
Until then,
Toodle Pips,
Kelly Davies
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