When I was a teenager, I obsessed quite often about someone breaking in during the night. One of my aunts suggested I get up and face my fears. A friend suggested that it was my fear of losing my fiancee who was overseas and manifested that way. Looking back, it could have easily been my anxiety beginning to rear it's ugly head. When it became full blown about 20 yrs ago, I'd wake up just like you do, but my fear was that I was dying.

The suggestions you've gotten are right on target. Working on my journal didn't help me because my depression was such that I couldn't think of anything positive. Feel yourself out, try it and see if it makes things better or worse.

Whenever I started a new med for depression/anxiety, I'd tend to have very intense and sometimes scary dreams. They eventually went away as my body got used to the new med.

Hang in there. You're not weird or a freak! Talk to your doctor.





<font color=blue>"Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt" --Shakespeare</font color=blue>