I know something's wrong, but don't know how to fix it
Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2017 2:17 pm
I'm severely sleep deprived lately.
Not that I could not fall asleep at all. It's more like I have been resisting sleep.
I know this is bad. I'm tired and zone out too much during the day. Needless to say my productivity is ruined and it's only a matter of time before my boss finds out. The lupus is getting nastier, edema is developing and my skin is cracking. I'm getting used to the awful pain here and there. Doctor has solemnly warned against staying up late... in fact he suggested that I take a long break so I can adjust my lifestyle. I don't know. It's almost like I'm trying to sabotage my own life.
Still love my wife and kid, but there are times I resent them. My wife is a stay-at-home mom but I do like 90% of the housework because our kid is her top priority. She spends almost all her free time using facebook and shopping online. I don't have free time unless I sacrifice some sleep hours which are already few. Our kid being still little can often be totally unreasonable. I've caught myself saying dryly to her, "Why am I even trying to be your daddy?" That's nasty, I know. I should have been patient, understanding and all, I should... I really want to say screw it. Sometimes I want to slap her when she screams for no good reason, but I remember how my father used to slap and belt me and how I still hate that, so I have been able to control myself so far. Wife keeps saying "she can't help it, she's just a little kid" and that doesn't help.
I want to sleep and I don't want to sleep, knowing one day I'll be able to sleep for all eternity...
BTW, don't know why but I've been recalling my childhood dreams. Wanted to be a cop-- quit after only a few years scarred inside and out. Wanted to be a doctor-- never able to go to medical school. Wanted to be a scientist who will contribute to humanity-- hahahahaha forget that. Wanted to be an artist-- believed it when my parents said I had zero talent and gave up permanently.
What am I now? Just a trivial living human whose life means nothing and who never positively contributed anything to the society.
Why am I even still trying? I want to believe my wife and kid still love and need me but part of me is whispering something else. I guess the brain does go crazy when you're missing too much sleep.
Not that I could not fall asleep at all. It's more like I have been resisting sleep.
I know this is bad. I'm tired and zone out too much during the day. Needless to say my productivity is ruined and it's only a matter of time before my boss finds out. The lupus is getting nastier, edema is developing and my skin is cracking. I'm getting used to the awful pain here and there. Doctor has solemnly warned against staying up late... in fact he suggested that I take a long break so I can adjust my lifestyle. I don't know. It's almost like I'm trying to sabotage my own life.
Still love my wife and kid, but there are times I resent them. My wife is a stay-at-home mom but I do like 90% of the housework because our kid is her top priority. She spends almost all her free time using facebook and shopping online. I don't have free time unless I sacrifice some sleep hours which are already few. Our kid being still little can often be totally unreasonable. I've caught myself saying dryly to her, "Why am I even trying to be your daddy?" That's nasty, I know. I should have been patient, understanding and all, I should... I really want to say screw it. Sometimes I want to slap her when she screams for no good reason, but I remember how my father used to slap and belt me and how I still hate that, so I have been able to control myself so far. Wife keeps saying "she can't help it, she's just a little kid" and that doesn't help.
I want to sleep and I don't want to sleep, knowing one day I'll be able to sleep for all eternity...
BTW, don't know why but I've been recalling my childhood dreams. Wanted to be a cop-- quit after only a few years scarred inside and out. Wanted to be a doctor-- never able to go to medical school. Wanted to be a scientist who will contribute to humanity-- hahahahaha forget that. Wanted to be an artist-- believed it when my parents said I had zero talent and gave up permanently.
What am I now? Just a trivial living human whose life means nothing and who never positively contributed anything to the society.
Why am I even still trying? I want to believe my wife and kid still love and need me but part of me is whispering something else. I guess the brain does go crazy when you're missing too much sleep.