I posted a while back about my sleep problems. In the wee small hours of last Tuesday, after three successive sleepless nights and heading for a fourth, I fell asleep. And slept, and slept, and slept. All through Tuesday and well into the small hours of Wednesday. I finally got up at 3am on Wednesday and stayed up until 9pm, when I went to bed and had a normal sleep. Thursday night was sleepless again. I slept fitfully on Friday, and then on Saturday night I had a total crash and burn, alternately sleeping and crying, feeling totally rotten, a failure, a waste of space. I was like that all through Sunday. I did sleep but it was impossible for me to tell where the boundary between sleeping and crying was, and I kept looking wistfully towards the nearby canal and railway line. By Monday evening I was feeling a bit less desperate and today I'm ok, just subdued and rather punch drunk.
There is so much crud in my head, and when it gushes to the surface it won't be reasoned with or pacified. I'm on Venlafaxine, 75mg twice a day, and I know that Venla affects sleep (if I miss a day I have the most amazing epic dreams, if I miss two then my head blows up, but that's not what happened this time) and it keeps me in line most of the time, but there are always the occasional crashes.
Is it lockdown? No, it happens now and then and my friends know how to anticipate it and support me gently. Is it something I have to live with or can anything be done? I'd have therapy but I can't afford it on my pension.