Sometimes when I speak of my night terrors I feel compeletly wacky. Like a part of me is literally crazy. Last night (found out this morning this wasnt the first one like it) I had a night terror where my dogs were in danger of a dog-eating beaver. So I literally scrambled to grab my dogs 3 out of 4 were in our room and was FREAKING OUT about this beaver. When my husband turned on the light, beaver of course disappeared and everything was fine. My heart was racing fast and I was so overwhelmed with the sudden emotion of paniac I had to hold back crying. I dont know what the HELL is wrong with me. I think I am past all the withdrawls- now I think this is really me.
The worse of this is the fact that I claw my husband bad while I am in this state of sheer panic. I even clawed his forehead last week and left significant marks. I dont know how or why sometimes he puts up with me, but he does. Its like I am Dr Jekel and Mr Hyde. During the day I am fine- I dont have alot of aniexty like I used to and my depression isnt all that bad anymore. At night, I scream bloody freaking murder from my night terrors. WHY ME??? There could be anything on TV, anything I talk about and like clockwork it pops into my night terrors and threatens me.
Seriously, FML. (fml=fuck my life).