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The fall into consciousness
Thread starterOnMyLast Legs
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Every morning I start to regain consciousness with some kind of dream, in some world where I'm not myself, like a video game. Over a few minutes I remember who I am and what I've made of my life. Oh s**t. And I want to die. Anyone else waking up this way?
Similarly I start waking up and am hit full force with my reality of my illness and probably death approaching. It's a terrible feeling, it gives me a hit of adrenaline in my heart, and I wish that I was back in my dreams.
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StoicPizza, pthnrdnojvsc, Bluebunnysky and 2 others
I'm on Duloxetine and Quetiapine (low dose, for helping with sleep) - I get some intense hallucinations most of the time when I'm going to sleep/waking up too. I don't read too much into it. It was kind of scary at first, but my psychiatrist told me it's not psychosis-related or anything because I don't get paranoid etc. and I'm aware that they are just hallucionations.
quite aplenty of times personally. it feels great when it's the end of the day and i get sleepy enough to slip into unconsciousness for the night. it's liberating, like i can forget about all the horrors in my life and not have to suffer any longer for some time. but once i wake up, all those memories come flooding back in and makes me feel utterly hopeless and miserable....i hate having to be reminded that i'm still alive everyday, that i have to continue suffering and drag my feet along this barren road because i've lost all hope of being able to turn this life around. it's no use. i wish that on my bus date, i can finally go to sleep for one last time and not wake up again, that way i can finally be free.
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