I'm not sure I can totally identify. But when I was pregnant I was so manic I never slept. When it reach critical I started with a variation of sleep meds. I hated the nights. Something about wanting to sleep and not being able to is unnatural, creepy, and I was always scared. Scared I'd die. Scared I wouldn't but would want to I'd I went one more night without sleeping. The more I thought about those the more my anxiety grew and worse it all became. I hated night time.

Hugs.