#Sleep Disorders & Sleep Studies

[poppyseedsorpoppy]

The Three Fs | Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | Mature | microfic (wc: 397)

CW: Self-Blame, references to: disordered eating patterns, disordered sleep patterns, past child abuse, the whomping willow incident, guilt. Ending where nothing is resolved. Mental illness.

Sirius misses the way Remus’s hands felt on his body. He misses the fervor of youth. He misses broom cupboard doors slamming against his back, misses fumbling hands yanking at his jeans, grabbing his hips like they would slip through those long, pale fingers.

There was fear there, but passion, the lingering thought that they could be caught at any moment. There was grief, too— those long months when Remus refused to take off his shirt, and, after the willow, the years it took to get used to the scars Sirius himself had caused.

They’d hurt each other.

Sirius hates that he still wakes up at night with his own insults ringing in his ears. His mind healer says it makes him a good person. A truly evil one wouldn’t care, she says. Sirius thinks, quietly, in the safety of his own mind, that a truly good one would never have said them. He feels it sometimes in arguments, flashfire instants where Wallaburga and Bellatrix pour out of his mouth like a stuck-open faucet, where he says things he doesn’t think, or says them unthinkingly.

He’s had a lot to unlearn, and he’s still finding new stones unturned, still growing into this adult body that was designed to expire at 23. So, yes. He misses their youth— a time when everything burned hot and cold, when he was too busy living in the moment to regret it, when danger came from so many places at once that a forgotten shower or skipped meal didn’t raise any notice.

Sirius missed when no one cared.

It was so much easier, then, to keep up with expectations. Sirius missed fighting and fucking and fleeing in the same afternoon, missed never having to answer for it. Now, though, he was in his thirties and still breathlessly panic-stricken and still, against all rational explanation, alive.

Now he had Remus in a way he could keep. They lived together, shared a bed and a set of dishes. Remus cooked, and Sirius ate, and no one was running. Sirius felt like a child, but he wanted so badly to be taken care of. Remus was there, doing the caring, doing everything Sirius had ever hoped for—

And yet, at the back of his mind, Sirius was still fleeing, fighting, flickering like a lighter on a windy day. He wasn’t sure he’d ever stop.

———

We’re taking it back to the childhood coping mechanisms tonight, folks. Tried to cut JK out of me but sometimes these characters are the only font my brain can parse. It’s fine if you need to skip this one— you’ll find no blame here. Stay safe everybody 💛

[velvetvanillavogue]

I love sleeping but I need to study

[watermelinoe]

the sleep clinic never got back to me.... they should be paying me to study me like a lab rat

[arctic-hands]

My last bout of sleep paralysis (which was when I was recently hospitalized for nine days and getting no sleep because literally almost every half hour someone was waking me up for vitals or a blood drawl or to give me medicine or to prod my stomach or the attending bringing in the interns because I'm a great case study or because my infusion pump wanted to make obnoxious noises for no reason) was so horrific that when I told my therapist about it yesterday she visibly paled and freaked out on my behalf. Is that a good sign?

[2amrainbow]

Hi everyone.

As many of you may have noticed, it's been really hard for me to post for the past couple months.

Unfortunately I'm dealing with a bunch of health issues, mainly revolving around me sleeping. I am pursuing a diagnosis for narcolepsy.

I sleep way too much, sometimes up to 15 hours a day. I have trouble focusing, staying awake, or even just standing for long periods of times. It's really frustrating and it honestly makes me so angry at myself. It feels like my body is deteriorating, like I'm on a time limit to get things I want done.

My sleep isn't restful, and then I feel like I have to cram two days worth of productivity in the few hours I'm awake and alert. It's not even part of the "your worth is your productivity" grind of capitalist society; I can't even get done things that I want to do. It's a physical effort to just get out of bed in the morning.

It's not like when I dealt with my depression. With my depression I could think my way out. With my chronic exhaustion, I can't think my way out to a different body.

My dream is to be an artist and to be able to communicate through my art. I want to tell stories and connect with others through my art. But I can't make art right now, and that's the part that makes me frustrated to tears.

[voidimp]

man i would love to be asleep but unfortunately my brain

[sopranoentravesti]

Someone: stay awake— focus on the sound of my voice!!

My sleep disorder ridden ass: *blinking in and out of consciousness * huh wha?

[dspdick]

hey chat does feeling betrayed over something my mother has absolutely no control over make me a bad daughter?

[shitposting-fox]

I've noticed I've started doing all my big posts lately at night before going to bed... Definitely won't have any negative effects on my sleep schedule for sure for sure

[bloodglucose]

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[musical-chick-13]

This transitory scene needs to be here, but my GOD, I don't want to fucking write it.

[drsaurabhtomar]

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[sheeezu]

Things to expect when you've mastered shifting

This isn't the normal "oh you'll feel on top the world" kind of post which just hypes up everything and the sole purpose is to motivate. This is (???) the logistics, the indepth version of what you'll face psychologically.

I've shifted close to about a hundred times, whether it was from this reality, or shifting within a reality I shifted.

This is all from my personal experience, you might experience differently.

⋆ Disassociation: when you shift back to your original reality, you'll often times confuse both reality's memory, of course, we all know this, doesn't matter if you shifted or not. But what I've seen no one talk about is that sometimes events and certain objects from your DR will unintentionally manifest into your CR, just because of how deeply rooted they become in your subconscious. For example, I had maybe mentioned this somewhere else, but in my DR I had scripted expensive china cups, which broke on my second day being there. Well two weeks ago my family was gifted the same teacups (some details were off) and one of them managed to get a crack in them after we served the guests tea in it.

⋆ Weird Dreams: Not only is the concept of the dreams weird, but overall mechanics of it are unusual as well (I didn't shift unconsciously in my dreams, that's one boundary I've established)

For example, dreams with people claiming to know the future, telling me, and it coming true the next day, but it being minor details, people from my DRs channeling me, dreams which involves falling out of reality/finding the end of the multiverse.

Dreams which involves me floating, strong winds which blow away entirely of the void reality (CR), I had started getting this dream since I've wanted to permashift, the wind is so strong and I feel it, I'm usually at my college and or doing a mundane activity in my current reality, everything dissapears and I end up in the void state for the rest of the night.

Once my S/O visited me in my dream, he asked me to come back home, it was a lucid dream so I consciously agreed because I couldn't deny him; ended up in my home reality.

⋆ Feeling weirdly sad about your CR: this one might be personal to me. truth be told, I haven't studied a single day since I've successfully shifted. This year all of my classmates and age fellows are going to start looking at university applications, the ones they mention are usually universities I used to dream all day long about getting into, when I didn't know about shifting. It forms a pit in my heart, the passion I once used to have regarding hardwork by investing blood sweat tears into studying, pinterest board filled with quotes such as "some dreams are worth more than my sleep" not stirring anything within me. It's not that I think I can't get these things, i know i can just shift to a parallel reality and get it, but I just don't want to, I don't feel the same about this reality anymore, slowly letting it go, no matter how much I try to cling onto it, I know I was never meant to be here.

⋆ Personality changes: When you become an expert at shifting its no question that you'd shift very frequently. Those DR selfs would influence your personality, and people can think you're developing a split personality disorder.

Take me as an example, if you look at the posts on my blog, you'd notice a different tone in each one of them, some are in a more softer tone and the others feel clinical.

⋆ Putting your DR family first, even though they're not here: I don't know how to explain this one, so I'd just take an example out of my own experience again.

I was out shopping with my mother for sweaters, the ones we were coming across were really good quality, but I could only think of my S/O, she was pointing out the things she thought I'd like, but I kept looking at the men's sweater, subconsciously trying to pick one out for him, which weirded my mother out slightly.

...

Why am I crying.

Anyways I have planned to permashift out of this reality before new year, it was my childhood dream to blog, but I was too shy to do so and never had anything common with anyone. But I've finally completed the final thing on my list, alongside with meeting my cousin who I adored, I decided to add her to my DR.

That's it, I'll go on and answer the 50 asks in my inbox.

...

[pseudonaivete]

I cannot believe what I am about to say, but radical feminism is healing me.

I’ve been suffering from an eating disorder (an0rex1a) nearly all my life, my first worries about weight started when I was 9 years old and slightly chubby (and people made sure to point out that was bad).

More than a year ago, I reached my weight goal of 45kg at 175cm (99 lbs at 5’9"), and I thought I had made it. Finally, I became undeniably skinny, skinnier than most, the smallest I could be without dying, and therefore worthy.

Spending my days faintly, mostly sleeping, unable to work, study, or read, I thought that made me better. That my endless suffering meant I was worthy of true love, admiration, and all the better things in life.

Looking back, I am sad for my past self. For the first time in my life, I am making an effort to gain weight, to gain my life, my capacity, my abilities. I gained 7kg (15 pounds) in a year, but most of it came after reading (and taking it in—which took months) radical feminism theory, and now, being in this community.

Now, eating breakfast worth of calories of my full day back then, I feel freer. I am genuinely stopping equating my worth to my suffering, not just pretending I do in front of therapists and psychiatrists—but from within.

I cannot stress it enough. I had never been this free in my life, and throughout the endless years of treatment, I was sure I was never going to heal; some therapists even declined to work with me, for I was deemed a desperate case.

Therapy has flaws, as it focuses on the individual, on our own actions, while radical feminism points out the wider problem—systemic oppression.

The problem was never me.

[cherrygirlfriend]

─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or him dreaming of you.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, she suffers from social anxiety disorder, and her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

★ author's note.ᐟ this is a bit of a fluffy filler… i have something exciting coming for them it makes me giggle!!

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

the fall break was coming up, and so far, the only plan you had was to crash over at vivian's place, fully aware that you were less than welcome to go home to your parents. you were on your laptop, your messages with MalachiConstant open on KildareUChats.

YOU: you got any plans for over the break?

MalachiConstant: yeah, a bunch of us are going to our buddy's lakehouse.

YOU: geez, i'm jealous.

MalachiConstant: well i'd invite you to tag along but i'm pretty sure your response would be 'i'd rather die'

YOU: you know me so well, vonnegut. YOU: nah, my plan is to go to my friends' place, we're just gonna spend the entire week playing video games and watching really bad romcoms while eating half our bodyweight in junk food.

MalachiConstant: and is the cat coming too?

you chuckled, looking to angel who was currently munching on her dinner, before turning back to your laptop.

YOU: nah, i got a catsitter. my friend's mom is allergic.

MalachiConstant: damn, cat-free and everything. MalachiConstant: don't do anything i wouldn't do poe

YOU: i don't think there's much you wouldn't do. YOU: i still remember you telling me about diving off a roof into a pool.

MalachiConstant: hey, i used to take swimming lessons. i was a pro at work

YOU: and also under a nice amount of promilles.

MalachiConstant: someone's just jealous because she doesn't have the balls to dive off a roof.

YOU: let's not get it twisted. i'm smart enough to not dive off a roof.

you and vivian were studying in the library for an exam, when she suddenly spoke up. "so… i have some news." vivian looked at you with pursed lips, making you instantly aware that whatever her news was, it would not be good.

"what is it, viv?" you asked, trying not to show to the girl how nervous you were. "come on, spit it out."

"soo... topper kind of invited me to come hang out with him over the break..." she tapped the rubber end of her pencil against the desk. "alright...?" you questioned, your brows furrowed. "what's so bad about that?"

"it's for the whole week." vivian cleared her throat, "at his family's lake house..."

"viv!" you groaned in exasperation, "we have plans. you told him no, right? that we were hanging out for the break?"

"well..." she looked down, doing everything to keep her eyes anywhere but on your face, "i kind of said i'd talk to you about it..."

"i can't believe you." you scoffed, "you're ditching me. you know the crap i go through when i go home and you're-"

"no, it's not like that!" your best friend interrupted, putting her hand on your arm as a way to calm you down. "i told him that i couldn't do it because i was gonna hang out with you, but then he told me to bring you along. and he said i can bring zainab and emilia along, too. zainab said she couldn't make it, but em is fully in."

you shook your head, letting out a soft scoff, "vivian, you know how bad my anxiety is. spending a week with a bunch of strangers sounds like my worst nightmare."

"hear me out." vivian insisted, "most of the football team is gonna be there. which means that your online boyfriend is also likely gonna be there."

"so?"

"so you have a chance to finally find out your mystery guy's identity! then you'll fall in love, get married and have a bunch of babies who'll call me auntie viv and i'll secretly buy them beer when they're too young to buy it themselves."

"i'm seriously starting to think that you don't have any morals."

"i'm dead inside." the pink-haired girl shrugged her shoulders, "so? are you in?"

"what makes you think i want to know the identity of the dude?"

"the fact that you get all giggly whenever your damn phone lights up like you're a middle schooler passing notes with your crush. you wanna be with him, don't you? you're so much more open, so much happier than you were BFB."

"BFB?"

"before frat boy." vivian grinned at her own wit, softly nudging your arm, "you totally have the hots for him."

"no one says that anymore." you rolled your eyes, fiddling with the edge of a sheet of paper, "i'm nervous. what if he doesn't like me?"

"girl, shut up." vivian let out a frustrated groan, "i've seen the messages you send each other. it's like the online version of eye-fucking someone. seriously, you two might as well be sexting, and that would somehow be less couple-y than the shit you have going on now."

"we're not that bad!" you exclaim in feigned offense, making vivian lift her brows, "not that bad? what did the message he sent you last night say again... something about dreaming about just staring into your eyes. him asking you to describe how they look just so it could be accurate?"

you couldn't help but feel your cheeks starting to burn as you thought back to the messages you'd been exchanging the night before.

YOU: i'm currently looking up at the stars. YOU: i actually took an astronomy class a while back!

MalachiConstant: of course you did, nerd. MalachiConstant: you know what'd be nice?

YOU: i'm sure you'll tell me!

MalachiConstant: ha ha. MalachiConstant: i wanna look at the stars with you, poe. i can picture you womansplaining all the constellations and shit.

YOU: aww, that's weirdly kinda sweet. YOU: who are you and what have you done with vonnegut boy?

MalachiConstant: really appreciate how seriously you're taking this MalachiConstant: i dream of you sometimes, you know

YOU: oh? YOU: what do you dream about?

MalachiConstant: all kinds of sappy shit MalachiConstant: i dream of just staring into your eyes MalachiConstant: i'm pretty sure your eyes are gorgeous

YOU: good theory. you don't even know what they look like. does that line seriously work on any girls?

MalachiConstant: maybe you should describe them to me.

you bit down on your bottom lip, vivian looking at you with an expectant look on her face, "he likes you, sweetie. and he's still gonna like you when he finds out who you really are. if he doesn't, then he's a fucking idiot."

"viv-"

"say yes. say that you'll come. what do you have to lose?"

letting out a sigh, you shook your head, vivian looking at you with a pleading look in her eyes. "i hate you, viv."

"is that a yes?"

"yeah." you rolled your eyes, "it's a yes."

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[ycoil]

since i should probably keep saying this over and over, like 75% of americans are deficient in magnesium due to economical diets, processed food, and "advances" in third wave farming making food bigger but NOT more nutritious due to a variety of breeding and soil factors, im not gonna bother citing this shit just look it up on the www, its not hard to find.

but symptoms of magnesium deficiency include but are not limited to depression, lethargy, anxiety, disordered sleep, etc. and also if you smoke weed or drink alcohol or do basically any drug that makes you feel good, adderall, meth, etc etc that shit will deplete your magnesium also.

in blind studys magnesium supplementation is actually one of the most effective cures to depression... since so many people are deficient in it

so unless you have the luxury of eating huge amounts of nuts, leafy greens, and fruit, then buy some "magnesium glycinate" and take that shit, start with 200mg-250mg, you can take more, probably up to 500mg at a time, or take that amount divided in one day, like if you take a bunch at once it might make you very sleepy, make sure to AVOID "magnesium oxide" as it is the most common form of magnesium and it will not help with these symptoms because the bio availability is very low (itll help digestion but not much else), magnesium advertised with "max bioavailability" is usually good too, but if you arent sure, just get "magnesium glycinate"

this should be the first thing you try for depression, since its the least consequential to address a vitamin/mineral deficiency than it is to go on some nasty pills the doc will immediately hock at you with laundry list of side effects. and now im not a Licensed Doctor, but i care about you a lot more than most doctors these days will, do your own research before taking supplements people tell you to online, but seriously, give this one a try