Diana-M
Beloved Grand Eagle
Hi everyone,
I have this new form of panic attack going on that happens during sleep. It’s basically my entire body burning and being clenched. I wake up certain that I’m dying. It takes me awhile to come to and realize, “Oh, it’s only you, TMS.” Still, even being aware of it, I’m ultimately rattled. Just plain sick of being hijacked. And my TMS loves doing its worst tricks to me during the night. Maybe because the subconscious has free rein?
That being said, I had a horrific attack last night. My son and my grandkids visited yesterday. It was a very nice visit as these visits go. But a huge subtext always runs through my head the whole time, and I can’t get it to stop. It includes topics such as: I wonder how long I’ll live? Will I get to see these grandkids grow up? They are growing up SO fast! It’s really unfair I love them at least as much as my own kids, but they aren’t my kids and all I can do is watch and see how they turn out. Why aren’t my son and I friends? When he was young, we used to be. Is it all my fault? I can’t relate to him now. Did I ruin his life somehow? I hate that I can never see them much. But when they do visit it wears me out. No one ever talks about how hard it is to be a grandparent. Seeing them always makes me think about my own grandparents. I loved them so much. Did they feel this way? The way I feel now? Life is screwed up. Sometimes I think old age is just a way to get us to accept death and even kind of welcome it. I wonder if they are upset that I need a walker. I can tell my son is. The grandkids don’t seem to notice. Do they? I always thought I’d be a really active grandmother. I used to cook for them, and now we just order pizza. I’m sad and mad. Where can I get justice for all this? Things are just unfair. I believe in God so much. Isn’t that supposed to help with all this? Why don’t I have more peace about stuff like this? I need way more faith.
Well, that pretty much answers my own
question about why I’m having the TMS flare and attack last night.
I DO journal. An exhausting amount! Will it ever really make any of this go away? It feels bottomless. Will I get to the point that I’m resolved and can coexist in TMS-less peace while still in a state of anguish?
What do you guys think?
P.S. I wanted to add that every time I have written a post I wanted to delete (like this one) because I feel too stupid and vulnerable for sharing it, it turns out it leads to some amazing growth and another step closer to my recovery.
I have this new form of panic attack going on that happens during sleep. It’s basically my entire body burning and being clenched. I wake up certain that I’m dying. It takes me awhile to come to and realize, “Oh, it’s only you, TMS.” Still, even being aware of it, I’m ultimately rattled. Just plain sick of being hijacked. And my TMS loves doing its worst tricks to me during the night. Maybe because the subconscious has free rein?
That being said, I had a horrific attack last night. My son and my grandkids visited yesterday. It was a very nice visit as these visits go. But a huge subtext always runs through my head the whole time, and I can’t get it to stop. It includes topics such as: I wonder how long I’ll live? Will I get to see these grandkids grow up? They are growing up SO fast! It’s really unfair I love them at least as much as my own kids, but they aren’t my kids and all I can do is watch and see how they turn out. Why aren’t my son and I friends? When he was young, we used to be. Is it all my fault? I can’t relate to him now. Did I ruin his life somehow? I hate that I can never see them much. But when they do visit it wears me out. No one ever talks about how hard it is to be a grandparent. Seeing them always makes me think about my own grandparents. I loved them so much. Did they feel this way? The way I feel now? Life is screwed up. Sometimes I think old age is just a way to get us to accept death and even kind of welcome it. I wonder if they are upset that I need a walker. I can tell my son is. The grandkids don’t seem to notice. Do they? I always thought I’d be a really active grandmother. I used to cook for them, and now we just order pizza. I’m sad and mad. Where can I get justice for all this? Things are just unfair. I believe in God so much. Isn’t that supposed to help with all this? Why don’t I have more peace about stuff like this? I need way more faith.
Well, that pretty much answers my own
question about why I’m having the TMS flare and attack last night.
I DO journal. An exhausting amount! Will it ever really make any of this go away? It feels bottomless. Will I get to the point that I’m resolved and can coexist in TMS-less peace while still in a state of anguish?
What do you guys think?
P.S. I wanted to add that every time I have written a post I wanted to delete (like this one) because I feel too stupid and vulnerable for sharing it, it turns out it leads to some amazing growth and another step closer to my recovery.
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