I am no expert on sleep studies. I relate here how sleep was for me before I came out the other end of my schizophrenia. When I first got sick in 1974, I had terrible nightmares. I dreamed of my body being torn apart like plastic. As my illness progressed, I was finally hospitalized. I got worse, not better, My dreams continued. Even a year ago, when I was more or less healthy, I had nightmares of the property of our cabin up north being invaded by alien spaceships. Or I dreamed of murderers taking over our duck hunting point. Sometimes I had happy dreams, of my relationship with my sister and brother or downhill skiing on difficult ski runs. Often, I had insomnia. There is a diner by my apartment building I walked to when the insomnia got bad. I drank coffee and talked to the cook at three o’clock in the morning. Today, I sleep like a baby. My dreams are pleasant but I still get an occasional nightmare. My mind heals when I dream. Last night, I got eight hours of sleep. This made for a great day at work, where I am a cashier at Walgreens. Had plenty of energy to give back to my customers. A good night’s sleep is so important to getting better.
Published by Christopher G. Bremicker
Special Forces medic stationed at Ft. Bragg NC from 1968 to 1970. BA English and MBA, both from University of Minnesota. Fisherman, grouse hunter, downhill skier.. Plays handball and reviews theater. Present job at Walgreens in St. Paul MN is forty-sixth job since high school. Hometown is Cable WI. View more posts