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#ptsd nightmares
actuallyytraumatized · 2 months
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What helps me as an age regressor who has nightmares:
I set my stuffies up all around me, so they can guard me while I sleep (stuffies are the best protectors)
I use multiple nightlights, so there's no dark corners
I'm a cold sleeper so I sleep with multiple blankets, and when I'm completely covered up no one can get me
If you're a hot sleeper, I wake up in cold sweat sometimes, I'll sleep with just my feet covered, and it still makes me feel safer
I recommend bed tents, you can put fairy lights inside and be completely protected without having to use blankets
I make a nest to sleep in
Sometimes when the nightmares are really bad I'll sep up alarms during the night, works best if you're a light sleeper (which I am not)
Regressing before bed helps me, but often it's hard when I'm already scared to go to sleep
Watch your favorite show, or little show to help you regress and fall asleep (I leave on cartoons sometimes all night)
Pick a new stuffie every night to sleep with, or have a dedicated stuffie you sleep with every night, and imagine them as your protector in your dreams, at the very least it helps me fall asleep not scared
I use a comfort item, this could also be a stuffie, but I use a paci
For sometimes padded regressors, make sure you go potty before bed, don't learn the hard way like I did
Your favorite, non-caffeinated drink, warm milk, or in my case I drink chocolate milk (If I was a caregiver I would say no sugary drinks either, but I am an regressor with no caregiver so I will drink apple juice before bed if I want to lol)
Listen to white noise, or in my case I listen to piano music
Feel free to add please
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victim4life · 11 months
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spookietrex · 1 month
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You ever just get the feeling that you're bothering people by simply existing?
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bleedingintogold · 7 months
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Hi! I love your writing! Instant follow with the leader and blanket one.
Writing prompt: Retired leader being comforted by his wife from ptsd nightmare
Please?
Thank you for the prompt idea! Honestly, this was a great way to get out of the stump I was in, and I hope it's what you're looking for!
This takes place in a further future of an original character of mine.
Rex heard the sound of the gun going off before he saw Connor's body hit the ground. He tries to get to his fallen teammate before someone else pulls him away. Somebody is shouting orders but all Rex can hear is Connor's heartbeat in his ears, which should be impossible. He only gets a second where Connor's eyes meet his, pleading him for help as he chokes on the blood collecting in his throat and falls to the ground.
The next second, Rex finds himself running. There's something heavy on his back. A person? He doesn't know where he's running but he's following someone in front of him.
Rex blinks and he's on the ground and everything hurts. He tries to look for something, he doesn't even know what he's looking for but it's something he knows it's something he needs. Smoke is covering his vision and he can't see in front of him. But then he finds it.
Under his fingers, wet and sticky and sickeningly warm is a hand that isn't his. A hand that isn't attached to an arm.
Suddenly the smoke clears and hands are covering his face, suffocating him. He pushes against the hands, clawing at them to let him go but they only wrap tighter on his face. He feels more fingers around his throat, not letting him get a single breath in. Rex feels the black out coming as his body loses strength.
"Rex!"
The man startles awake, hitting his head against the headboard. His vision becomes starry as he rubs his eyes, trying to make it go away quicker because he can't see, and his team needs him and he-
"Shit, Rex!"
The retired captain had sent a punch that only hit air. Someone is pinning him down and Rex feels every muscle in his body strain to fight back but at the same time he's exhausted. He can't defend himself and he can't escape and his team isn't coming for him-
"Rex, baby, look at me?"
Slowly, everything comes back into focus again. Rex finds himself enveloped in warm, strong arms, his ear right next to someone's chest.
"Rex, can you hear it? You hear my heartbeat don't you? Can you count it for me, baby?"
Rex obediently does as he's told. He feels fingers gently scratching his scalp as he finally is able to process his surroundings.
Rhea stops him when he reaches 150, gently tilting her husband's face up to look at him. She gently rubs her thumb against his cheekbone, smiling softly at him.
"Hi there, big guy. Can you tell me where you are right now?"
"At home?"
Rhea hummed in approval, her hands cupping Rex's jaw.
"Did I...did I wake you? I had another nightmare?"
"Yes, baby. You did. But it's okay. It happens," Rhea kissed Rex's face before pressing their foreheads together.
"It's okay, Rex. Everything's okay,"
Rhea pulled her husband into a tight hug, and soon enough, she felt him shake with sobs. She shushed him gently, letting him bury his face in her shoulder, soaking the cotton in tears. Rex holds onto his wife tightly. A small irrationall part of him thinks that if he doesn't, he'll lose her too.
"You're okay, Rex. You're okay,"
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cult-of-the-eye · 4 months
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I have PTSD right and one of my symptoms is nightmares but not like in the usual way, it's more of a "let's see how many ways we can psychologically torture cult by playing out extremely detailed and vivid situations to put them in" way...which means I have dreamed about being entrusted a child to look after who was being hunted to death by crowds of baying people and also about someone being sliced like an accordion potato
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lostprincessfantasies · 7 months
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Fear it’s always fear…and feeling hopeless and helpless…sometimes I don’t even fall asleep because I’m afraid to close my eyes…
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unityghost · 10 months
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“I’m gonna take the day off and sleep in because my mental health is a hot mess”
*sleeps in*
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*nightmares*
*nightmares*
*nightmares*
*nightmares*
*nightmares*
*NIGHTMARES*
*NIGHTMARES*
*NIGHTMARES*
*N I G H T M A R E S*
*N   I   G   H   T   M   A   R   E   S*
“This has not been a healing day off and I should have gone to the office”
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ribbitflings · 1 month
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mushroomwillow · 7 days
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I don’t like feeling drunk when I wake up. I don’t like being drunk in general. So when I haven’t taken anything to make me feel this way it freaks me out.
I can’t afford the cpap. $600 is way too much. The upkeep is way too much.
Nothing else is helping. Idk if a cpap would even help. I have nightmares every night. My eyes feel like there’s sandpaper in my eyelids. My ears keep popping. My throat is dry. I can’t think right. Everything is so loud. My fiance is the bed next to me looks strange, the shadows in the room move and the walls feel like there closing in.
I don’t wake up refreshed. My head is always hurting. Idk what to do anymore.
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cloudydayconfuseduser · 3 months
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just-a-queer-fanboy · 8 months
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I want and need to sleep but if I go to sleep ill have another nightmare
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rae0fsunsh1ne · 2 years
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Ptsd just never truly goes away. I’ve been fine for so long, then out of nowhere I had a terrible nightmare last night. It sucks that this is forever a part of who I am now
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spookietrex · 1 month
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I don't mean to be so mean. My head just isn't a nice place to be.
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agirldying · 2 years
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i hate being afraid to go to sleep and consequently being up later than i want to be
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void-star · 1 year
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Longing for a time when my dreams didn't involve house fires or people getting shot in or around my home and me struggling to get myself and my cats safe
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rottinghellhound · 1 year
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I had a nightmare last night. It's been a while since I've had a nightmare and even longer since I had a trauma related one. But I was in that hallway in the basement that lead to where it happened. There was a red light coming from down the hall, to the right. Where my memory of it cuts off
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