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Originally Posted by CliveWild
I love to go to my bed lately. Maybe it's a place of safety or a place free of mood swings. At the same time, I dread the mornings. There is a slight contradiction there but I still turn into my bed quite happily. I am aware that the morning may bring anxiety or depression, but I am still happy to go to bed. I have thought about stopping going to bed. Not seriously, I add. If you don't go to bed there are no mornings. That is assuming I stay awake after taking the night time seroquel?
I wonder what causes the morning "blues". It could be the night time meds themselves. It could be the weird dreams that they cause. It could just be your subconscious playing tricks. It makes no sense to go to bed cheerful and wake up miserable.
If I am in an elevated mood, the mornings are no problem. I bounce out of bed and get on with the day at 100mph.
Clive  |
Morning means for me the responsibility of getting up whether I feel physical pain or not, feeding my pet, gathering all the things I will need for the day, making it to the bus stop on time and then going to a job I dislike among people I despise. It's a definite challenge to face that everyday but I have to make a living. I don't go to bed cheerful; I know I have what I just described to wake up to. Waking up to my pet is the highlight of my day. I believe you might be right about your situation being a combination of medication, sleep difficulties and perhaps whatever illness you are coping with.