One of the hardest things (let’s face it, none of it is easy though) about having depression and anxiety together with PTSD is that the thing you want to do the most can become one of the things you fear the deepest. Sleep. I wake up exhausted almost every morning from fighting the monsters in my dreams.

It is worth noting that not everything relates to the actual traumas I experienced, but the common theme is a feeling of fear and helplessness, doom, pain, and violence. Much of it relates to myself, but often it infects my family, these are the nightmares that I fear the most, the ones where I am trying to protect my children or husband and I can’t. The dread when you wake and your husband has left for work so you can not immediately check on him to make sure he is safe, the frantic race to your children’s rooms to make sure they are there and no one has harmed them while I slept.

The sense of fear and doom can linger all day, sometimes even longer. Even after I have seen my children, and spoken to my husband, checked on them all repeatedly during the day, I obsessively worry that my dream, instead of being something that had already happened, may now be a premonition of things to come. I feel the need to keep in contact with them throughout the day, as though my knowing their every move will keep them safe from harm. While I logically know it is impossible for me to keep them safe simply by knowing their whereabouts I can’t help myself.

I’ve lived with nightmares most of my life, even as a young child, prior to any major traumatic events in my life, I remember waking screaming in the night from dreams of lions tearing me to pieces (I was an unwanted child and my “sisters” never let me forget that, so in hindsight the dreams of lions tearing me apart probably came from the sense of hatred I could feel from them). But never in a million years did I expect to experience the torment of bad dreams throughout my teen years and well into adulthood.

Thought I’ve been told and read so often that people shouldn’t remember their dreams, I remember many of mine in glaring clarity with exacting details and cloying fear (even years after they have happened for some of the worst of them).  Often dreams come in series like some horrible TV show, starting again with a new episode each time I fall asleep.

People expect children to have nightmares, they are almost a rite of passage, but when as a 30 something year old you mention you have nightmares on a regular basis, people react with scorn or humor. It seems to be that it is viewed as weird, and silly, and childish. To be honest, I even struggle personally with these feelings, it feels to me that I am idiotic and weak for letting my mind run to such horrible fantasies when my eyes close.

Supposedly is not uncommon for those who have experienced trauma or displacement to have nightmares, men, women, children, young or old. There is both comfort and sadness in knowing that. Comfort, because I am not alone, not “weird”. Sadness, because it hurts my heart to know others have to experience this too. I wonder if they all have come to dread slumber, something that should be restful and rejuvenating. Waking from a nightmare the last thing you feel is rested or relaxed, often I wake to find I’ve bitten the inside of my mouth so badly that it’s bleeding and scarred, neck, shoulders and joints are painful and tense, my head is throbbing, my heart is racing, and I’m drenched in sweat. The physical pain from this tension only feeds the bad dreams too, often having its own place in the personal horror of sleep.

I hope to one day heal fully from this particular aspect of my illness, there are certainly times when I’ve had relief from them for a few days or even a couple of weeks since starting to receive treatment from a very experienced Psychiatrist, so there must be hope that those weeks can possibly be stretched into months and maybe even years.


  1. Becky says:

    Wow. I am so glad you wrote this.
    I have had nightmares and night terrors my entire life; I know exactly what you are talking about with the sense of impending doom, like a tightness or a rock over your heart, it feels hard to swallow and like maybe you’re not breathing right.
    Honestly, you are the first person I’ve ever met/read/heard of who has the same dream pattern as me – glaring clarity, as you called it, every single detail. The sense of helplessness, violence, fear, the remembering them for years sometimes. The frequency of nightmares. I didn’t even know until I was 15 that remembering your dreams is uncommon and it wasn’t until I was in my 20’s that I learned that having nightmares as an adult (on the regular) is even more uncommon. I’ve always felt like people think this is a “freak” trait. Now I’m in my 30’s and still dealing with it, but at least I’m dealing with it I guess.
    I truly feel like very few people actually understand what it’s like to wake up in the morning and feel worse, more exhausted than before you went to sleep, because the nightmare was so draining – both physically and emotionally. My husband frequently wakes me up because I’m crying or whimpering in my sleep.
    I guess I’m just thrilled that I finally discovered I’m not the only person who goes through all these things.


    1. Kat says:

      Oh Becky. I’m so sorry you go through this too. It truly is horrible.

      Thank you so much though for taking the time to post and share your experience with me too. I know just what you mean about it being a relief to know you aren’t the only one.

      Even many who do experience nightmares don’t have that glaring clarity, in fact I don’t know anyone else who does other than you.

      It frightens me!!! Thank you again for sharing. Xx



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