In the darkest hours
It’s the stuff of my childhood, gasping for breath and pouring sweat, unable to scream as I struggle toward consciousness. I’ve always been prone to nightmares, they peaked in late adolescence fading as I slowly trudged toward adulthood.
They have returned as my body downshifts from carrying a child and the hormonal nightmare wreaks havoc on my subconscious. Dark entities wait in my sleep. In the light of day, they are nothing more than an anecdotal “I had a bad dream.” But, in the witching hour they are a force to be reckoned with as I wait for dawn.
This too shall pass.
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Oh man, Heather, what a horrible time to have to deal with nighmares-when you need your sleep the most!
Yep. Them bad dreams can rough a body up.
No wonder folks back in the Dark Ages supposed they were wrestling with goblins and incubi in the night .
I am so sorry you are suffering. I too suffer. We have semi-discussed that in our conversations of being a step mom.
Now for something completely different… Congrats on Elizabeth! What a blessing!! What a beauty!! But how would she not be with a mom like you?
Congrats to you. You are blessed and fortunate. You are in my prayers.
Now go get some rest. That’s an order.
I lost 60 pounds, with these same sweaty nightmares, after I gave birth to #3
Yes, it shall pass. *hugz*