If you suspect you have a sleep disorder, such as insomnia, it’s quite possible you’re correct and the best way to determine it for certain is to go to a sleep disorder clinic. I promise, they don’t shove probes up your arss.
I suspected my mother had a sleep disorder and I contacted a sleep disorder clinic myself ‘to gather more information’ (←took things into my own hands because the beast was becoming a monster). It made the world of difference in her life. She was diagnosed (upon only one overnight stay) with moderate, borderline severe, insomnia. In her case, Ambien was the miracle med that solved the beast-to-monster problems. She was a brand new person, a much more well-rested person, who was seizing a better life with both hands.
However, my mother also suffered from clinical depression/borderline manic and was also taking Prozac. There was no problem with mingling the meds, the problem was an ignorant person who talked her into cold-turkey quitting her meds. Their reasoning: ‘Why take all that crap? Pull yourself up by your bootstraps.’ This person was her own father, my own grandfather.
This ignorant conversation between them was unbeknownst to me because she hid it well under the guise of, ‘It must be the flu, or something I ate,’ when I questioned why she was so ill one evening, as she was unable to keep from vomiting. I found her the next day, dead, and it was the most terrible thing to have happened to her, or to me. Though it’s recommended that you don’t suddenly stop taking Prozac, it was the Ambien that she shouldn’t have quit taking without the gradual-reduction protocol.
She had the rest of her life ahead of her, and because she was so impressionable—so easily influenced, which was always her hardship in life: listening to the wrong people—she died, and her death was caused by the negligent ignorance of the very man who gave her life. But for a brief moment, life was normal for her… and it was great. And I miss her more than I could ever capture properly in a black-and-white written way. What I wouldn't give or sacrifice to have her back...
Final thoughts: Get diagnosed, (and hopefully) have a well-slept good life, do your own research on your meds because this is your life and the last thing you want is to take risks with it… and you never know who else will suffer if you’re not around.
helps my sleep interruption problem.
after counting one and a half sheep.
