A wraith slides silently through an absolutely black night. It blends with the darkness, making it indiscernible to the naked eye. Unseen, unknown, the wraith slips in through a castle’s defenses unnoticed and lowers the drawbridge allowing safe passage across its protective moat.
Awaiting attackers storm the castle, defeat its inhabitants, and take control. They rule with an iron fist. The castle’s inhabitants are cruelly mistreated, incarcerated, and starved. They are miserable. They dream of the life they enjoyed before the attackers conquered their castle.
This story is all too true, in a sense. It happened to me, sadly. It happens frequently, in fact. You see, in my story, insomnia is the wraith the slips in behind my protective fortress. It keeps me from sleeping thus weakening my emotional defenses. Once my emotional defenses are down, depression invades my body and conquers all.
I haven’t gotten much sleep in the last few days. What sleep I’ve gotten has evidently not been enough to fuel my emotional defenses, because the depression demon has once again made itself at home in my body. My eye lids feel like they are full of lead. There’s a strange pressure caving my head in. My muscles are sore despite the fact I’ve done no strenuous activity. I have no motivation to do anything. Even at work. I know things need to be done, but I don’t care.
Last night I laid in bed pondering a plethora of things while I should have been sleeping. Errant thoughts raced through my head, preventing the sandman from completing his vital task. I stared into the darkness. I stared at the ceiling. I checked my phone. I read a book. I eventually passed out.
I’m feeling a bit better today than I did yesterday, but the depression is still there clinging like my shadow. It’s always there somehow, some way. Each day brings a new battle which I must wage with that bastard. When insomnia claims victory over me so, too, does depression. Then I drown in emotions unleashed by the sabotaged dam which was holding them back. There doesn’t have to be a trigger. No event to pull me under. It just happens. And that’s what depression is. You’re sad because it says so.
Luckily I’ve been winning the majority of these battles since my divorce has been finalized. Once in while, however, insomnia creeps in and allows depression to sneak back in and I spend that day walking around like I’m under water.
Fuck depression.
You’ve nailed this.
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Thank you, dear.
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Wow. All that you say resonates with me.
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I know and I’m sorry.
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(hugs)
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Sigh. I can relate all too well.
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Sigh indeed. And I know. And I’m sorry.
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*hug*
If I clonk you on the head, will it help with the insomnia?
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Um, it might sabotage my memory and I may forget I have depression. Worth a shot, maybe?
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Dunno. Your brain, your choice. You could try a Jedi sleep suggestion.
Or is it against a stormtrooper’s code?
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I have orders to shoot Jedi on sight. I wouldn’t recommend it.
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Um…how about a Sith Lord that has you in favour?
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Sith Lords don’t really favor anyone, sadly.
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Forgot that. Maybe you can have them plant a timed sleep suggestion and then shoot them?
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I think you’re just trying to get me hurt, now.
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I’m not, honest. I like you alive and unhurt.
Though…is looting a dead body for a blaster unacceptable nowadays?
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It could be considered gauche.
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Darn. Back to pickpocketing stormtroopers then.
I’ll see if I can find the sandman and bribe him with cookies for you.
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Do they eat cookies? I can’t get near one without him shooting at me.
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Well, they’ve never said no to one of my cookies.
Maybe if you put down the blaster they won’t try to shoot you, TD. You could also try waving a white flag, but that’s against protocol, yeah?
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Pfft, I’m and Imperial soldier! We don’t surrender.
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Good. Then I don’t need to worry about you. But a sandman needs some sort of gift for it not to shoot you.
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Um…I’m not really that curious any more.
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•_• this is what I get for trying to help. Have a chocolate chip cookie.
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Nice.
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I am right there with you on both those issues, unfortunately. Fuck depression, and fuck insomnia too.
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Indeed. (hugs)
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It feels wrong “liking” this. I just sent this link to a friend of mine who suffers from depression as well. What you have written about the ever-returning nature of this particular bastard is so sensitively yet accurately.
Brilliant post, as always.
Do smile.
🙂
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Thank you kindly, madame. It never goes away. There are good days and there are bad days.
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I do realize that. I hope you have more of the good ones.
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I have lately. But every once in a while…
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A beautifully, and sadly, accurate piece of writing. “You’re sad because it says so”. I got goosebumps as I was reading this.
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Thank you, and sorry you relate.
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Yup. You nailed it. Fuck depression and insomnia both. *hugs*
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Thanks, CK. *hugs back*
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My daughter suffers from depression and your line “I’m sad because it says so” helps me to understand her better. Thank you for that.
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You’re welcome. Having depression means you’re not always in control of your emotions, whether you’re trying to be or not.
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It was just a sad, depressing and very vividly detailed post that paints an almost lucid picture of depression and insomnia. I hope you feel better with time. 🙂
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Thank you. Just having a couple of off days with it.
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When I do insomnia, I go with it and do something useful. Try melatonin?
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I should, I suppose. Ginger swears by that stuph.
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Ouch. I guess I have been depressed for many years, as I still can’t seem to conquer the insomnia. Any advise?
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I wish I knew. It seems to come in spurts for me. I’ll be fine for a while and then it hits me.
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Thinking of you TD!
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I’ve felt this way, too. Insomia sucks especially when you HAVE to be at work the next day. And the depression….oh God it’s terrible. I hope it gets better for you.
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Thank you!
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Back when I got so depressed I nearly killed myself it turns out I let anxiety get out of control and I hadn’t slept in weeks and probably more than a month without a full night. It caused depression like this…
My psychiatrist prescriped Clonazepam…I took it for 3 weeks and started sleeping again. Worth a check into maybe???
You know you can text me anytime right?!?
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I do, but you got your own shit going on. There are people here for me and there’s really nothing to talk about. Just depression for depression’s sake, I guess.
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I know the feeling. Nothing to say or hear and even if there was you don’t hear or see. 😦 I love you…feel better xoxoxo
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Love you, too, sweetie.
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Yeah. It is exactly like that. You know I’m here for you, and how’s this for awesome…when it’s the middle of the night there it’s daytime here and vice versa! Hey presto! Insomnia boredom cure. I can’t promise to be better than the Schticky infomercials, but I’ll give it my best shot. Xx
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Oh, yeah…lol. I didn’t even think about that.
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Thanks, Zoe.
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I’m feeling better now…it’s unpredictable, as you know.
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Yes. For now.
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I shall. 😉
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I don’t have words… Brilliantly sad post 😦 beautifully written, I can feel your emotions through your words. *hugs*
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Thank you, ma’am. *hugs*
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Strong, emotional, solid writing. Speaks to the heart. Now if it could only speak to the brain and tell it to stfu and go to sleep. hope you’re on your way.
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Right? Shut up, brain.
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you don’t have to tell me. remember.. mid-life crisis over here. haha.
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Yes, but you’re doing it with style.
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trying… 😉
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Oh. Well, that hat kicks ass.
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can’t argue that! but since i don’t live on the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, there’s only so many opportune times to rock it.
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Perhaps you could start a new fashion trend where you live!
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nah.. i’m more of a pony tail, jeans gal anyway. 🙂
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That’s cool. Comfort rules, anyhow.
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Then i am queen. 🙂
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Woooooot!
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Good post… bad topic… feel better… my song ‘Walls of Stone’ is sort of about this…
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Thank you.
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No… thank you.
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Insomnia and depression are assholes.
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Indeed they are. I don’t like them…
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Very powerful post… My son is suffering with this, and your words have helped me understand better what he’s feeling than any others I’ve read. Wishing you sleep-filled nights and happier days soon.
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Thank you very much. I hope your son gets the help he needs.
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Kick at the darkness until it bleeds daylight, my friend.
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I’m working on it, man. Thanks.
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I don’t have insomnia, but I totally understand what you mean about the tiredness pervading everything and making it difficult to keep thoughts under control and therefore aggrivating the depression.
Lack of sleep sucks.
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It does indeed. It weakens me.
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Wow, what a great post. I think it’s really great that you’re sharing your story with so many people. My good friend’s dad committed suicide after battling depression for years. It’s just awful.
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Suicide is a horrible, horrible situation. I can thankfully say that even in my deepest despair, I’ve never considered taking my own life. I would never do that to my children or family.
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