
Big things are happening over here! Concussion or no concussion! Mental health struggles or no mental health struggles! Arm issues or no arm issues! Don’t care—I’m making it happen.
Look at your favorite timepiece, of ancient or modern technological style. Mine says it’s Wednesday, May 20, 2020, around 8ish a.m., Eastern Time, in the Common Era. And then wait around, or do something, or whatever. And when some amount of time has passed . . . BAM!! Big news coming out of Liza Achilles-land. Wait for it.
Until then, ponder this strange tidbit of mental health news. Months ago, my doctor increased my dosage of psychiatric drugs. They still weren’t working, and he refused to increase them any more. So I stayed at that dosage until such TIME that I felt I’d gotten my anxiety under control. (YES: I really did it! It was hard! I’ll write about it one day.) Then I started to SLOWLY decrease the dosage. I’m decreasing by only 25 percent, every 10 days. (So, if I was taking 1 pill, after 10 days I would take 3/4 of that pill.) And I’m decreasing only one drug at a time. That seems to work. I’m having almost zero withdrawal symptoms.
But the point I wanted to make is, when my doc increased my dosage, I stopped dreaming. WHOA: that’s not cool! I would disappear like a rock, and emerge all woozy in the morning. Dreams are important to me. (For my thoughts on dreams and their importance, from what I think is a logical perspective, see my posts Dreams and Dreams. . . . An Update!)
So I’m proud to announce that, two nights ago, I started dreaming again! My dosage must be low enough to allow that.
Last night, I dreamed that a guy with a gun was stalking around, trying to kill me.
Hey, I’ll take it. I like dreams THAT MUCH! I’ve missed them. Glad they are back.
What have you been dreaming about? What are your big dreams and plans?
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Liza, so happy for you – I know that meds can affect our sleep and ability to dream – I have found that myself and recently have begun to dream again. Dreams have also been very important to me.
Thanks, Jeanne! Dreams are so important…. Congrats on your dreaming. š
Liza – it’s excellent you’re dreaming again! I’ve been down-dosing incrementally as well.
Last night I dreamt of the time I woke up and saw a bat hanging off the molding in my apartment, which was a terror-show. I mean, it was just a little normal fruit-bat I’m sure, but insanity ensued, so I wrote about it today and sent it to my friends.
They now have confirmation I’m completely nuts…
LOL congrats on that epic-sounding dream….
Most of my dreams are anxiety filled or just plain confusion throughout the dream. I actually had to wake myself up last week in the middle of a dream because I was trying to solve a problem in the dream and it kept repeating itself. Sometimes I dream I’m in a gigantic pool, the size of a football field. I just off the edge which is high up and swim as much as I want.
I’m glad you’re are dreaming again too!
Ugh yeah they aren’t always pleasant….
Iām so glad you are dreaming again! I dream a lot about things I need to finish at work (I retired over 12 years ago). Another recurrent dream is that I am going on a trip and have to pack at the last minute. Another is that I am scuba diving and am having problems keeping track of my gear. Seems like my sleeping self thinks Iām forgetting about something but my waking self is content.
Yes, I have that type of dream, too! When I was teaching and for years afterward I would dream of being in front of a class without a lesson plan. Actually, I still have those dreams…. fortunately, less frequently than I used to have them….
Glad you’re dreaming again!
Dreams
BY LANGSTON HUGHES
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Hey Mike, thanks for the poem!