Bad Not-Quite-Dreams
December 31, 2008 8:00 AM
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After many years of chronic depression I have finally achieved a reasonable facsimile of mental health. Except...
When I close my eyes for sleep I am troubled by visions of killing myself in various gruesome ways. These visions range from flashes to full-blown plans, but they are uniformly gory and highly disturbing. I do not know exactly how long this has been going on, but my guess is for at least half a year.
To be clear: I do not wish to harm myself or anyone else; when I do remember them (because these visions never jump from the pre-sleep stage to full-blown dream) I am disturbed but rarely suicidal. And I know myself well enough to realize when I need to take the necessary steps to ensure I will remain among the living.
I've been on these meds (zoloft and occasional trazadone) for a year and a half. After discussing the pre-sleep visions with my shrink, he doubled the recommended dose of trazadone from 50 to 100mg, and recommended I "try to think about something else." He did not have answers to my concerns about this advice, namely the increased dependency/decreasing effectiveness of trazadone over time. Also I am unsure how to follow the second bit of advice: how does one let one's mind relax while concentrating on something one is trying not to think about? (Don't think of purple anteaters!) (Too late!)
Although the visions of self-harm only occur when I prepare for sleep it is beginning to affect the rest of my life. I realized I was staying up later, and reading far beyond the point of being tired, in order to avoid them. They are that bloody.
Have you ever experienced this? How did you recover, or learn to deal with it?
Is it possible there is another factor at play here? Lack of exercise? Mold spores? Brain tumor?
I am a single mid-thirties male and can be reached at badnotquitedreams@gmail.com.
posted by anonymous to health & fitness (19 comments total)
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I think it may be something about wanting to be in control of your own destiny, or perhaps it was my own little pity party inside my head (i.e. "everyone will be so sad if I died right now") but whatever it was, it never did me any harm.
posted by big open mouth at 8:09 AM on December 31, 2008