I love feeling absolutely fucking helpless, it totally doesn't give me ptsd flashbacks to my childhood.
Jesus christ I hate my brain I'm fucking terrified of nothing but still nevertheless have scared myself half to death and am now sat up in bed and keep staring at the door like I expect something to happen
Are you waking up, heart racing and anxious? I kept doing this, I'd shoot up out of bed wide awake. I blamed my kids for years, but it turns out I have sleep apnea.