July 19, 2007

My Delusion and Hallucination

Filed under: Sleep, Treating Depression, PTSD, Blogroll, BPD — johnhamilton @ 10:43 am

To live and die without knowing myself is analogous to dieing without having lived. I seek to know, then to live and save the dieing until last. Whatever the truth is I seek it discover it, then to embrace it with help should I need it, then to live that truth not ashamed or embarrassed, then to move onward towards the twilight of my life whatever the peril, then to pass away naturally and content in my own skin.   Is this just another of my hallucinations, well if so, I say its one that I like.

Today I have an appointment with my psychiatrist Dr. B. to review my progress over the previous week to see how I am doing with my sleep, delusions, and hallucinations. Last week Dr. B. increased my dose of Seroquel to 200mg at night and 50 mg in the morning to see if this may help me. First, maybe it would help me to get some sleep and secondly to see if this would help with my delusions and/or hallucinations. Well my sleep is still as unsettling as ever. Last night was a prime example; I went to bed at 12:30 or so my usual bedtime and laid there for 20 minutes trying to think of some positive thoughts before I went to sleep. It was suggested to me that I use this approach prior to going to sleep to see if I could communicate some positive thoughts to my unconscious mind and thus maybe reduce the nightmares that plague me. I have been trying to use this technique to bring some pleasant dreams into the fold. I thought about what a wonderful time I had last weekend with my grandchildren. I was thinking about how beautiful the four of them were and how much they can make me smile at the worst of times. They are like a priceless gem in my eyes.  

All I  can seem to dream about is mayhem  and destruction encompassing all that has gone wrong in my life both past and present tenses. For instance, I have nightmares of such things as when I was raped at thirteen by a reddish haired slightly overweight monster (man), and a second attempted rape by a dark-haired beast that happened a few years later. Somehow, they both end up in my dream last night as they do many nights, too many nights actually. Last night for instance we/they were both at the scene of the first rape and were taking turns with me and then they were discussing if they should kill me or just cut out my tongue so I couldn’t talk to the police. They stood there arguing amongst themselves what they should do with me. The reddish haired one says something about well we could leave him where Mrs. K. was found. Actually, a grandmother who was murdered lived only a few doors away from me with her son and his family around the time of the rape. She was a wonderful woman who was so kind to all of us kids who lived in that area. She was found bludgeoned to death at a block factory not far from where I lived and I don’t think that case was ever solved. I remember that when I was younger, I thought maybe this monster was the one who had killed Mrs. K.  Now I have not thought about that wonderful grandmother in I don’t know how long, but she was in my dream last night, well at least in name. I cannot go a single night of sleeping without being haunted by some kind of nightmare.

I must have awoken fifteen to twenty times last night. Then there are those train whistles, blowing in the middle of the night that wake me from my sleep, which obviously is not a very sound sleep I would say. I don’t even live anywhere close to a railway crossing so the only reason for the train whistles blowing in the middle of the night is either that a person or animal is on or near the train tracks. So in the middle of the night I start having a panic attacks from train whistles.

My other reason to see Dr. B. today is to assess me about this “Rhythm” feeling that I live with on a continual basis. Last week I almost felt that someone (Dr. B.) might have some conception of what I describe and refer to as my “Rhythm”. Maybe it is a delusion and/or hallucination I have had at various times throughout my life that started at age seven. Now I have it continually; it has become the essence of my life and being. I have these thoughts that no one can truly understand what it is that I am really feeling. I have explained this in so many ways, trying to put words to it seems impossible at times and frustrating to the max. I don’t know how many different ways to try to get someone to understand it. It doesn’t seem to matter how I state it, I can’t seem to explain to anyone the sensations and haunting feelings that I have. Did I say no one understands my “Rhythm” yet? (LOL laughter is needed at times and this is one of them). I do get suicidal at times thinking that this is the only way to be completely rid of these dreadful feelings. I think sometimes “Please don’t despair; I am not alone out here for there are others like myself”. True or False! Some days are definitely harder to bear than others and I wonder how do I go on, why do I have to feel like this for another day and that goes on in a continuous pattern from one day to the next with no relief. I do feel completely isolated too; no matter what I do, it doesn’t make much of a difference or make my “Rhythm” feelings completely go away. It plagues me all of my waking existence and I find that I am in a constant battle to not loose my sanity altogether. I think I have lost enough already or maybe I need to loose a little more. I suffer delusions/hallucinations at least I am starting to think that’s what it is however it just seems so real what is happening to me and I feel like there is nothing I can do to stop it. I wonder now if I have some underlying schizophrenic tendencies and my doctor is going to do some further investigation in that regard. Whatever is wrong, I have to somehow learn to live with all of these feelings. I think that all that keeps me going is knowing that I will find some relief somewhere; somehow, sometime, but I just haven’t found all the answers yet. I have to keep fighting. I do find some calming effects I learned from the doctors like mediation, hypnosis, and prayers. It doesn’t take it away but kind of allows me to somewhat focus away from the most intense of these “Rhythm” feelings. I keep praying for answers and strength to get through whatever it is I must face. 

 John(PoetMan)

July 13, 2007

Dream Two

Filed under: Sleep, My Poetry, PTSD, Blogroll, BPD — johnhamilton @ 11:13 pm

I added a new poem to my page titled Dream Two.  I been having a very rough couple of weeks from the effects of my Rhythm problem.  Its getting worse again!!!  It gets very scary when I feel this intensse.  I had my medication changed today and I hope it helps before I have to back to the hospital.  The doctors are still trying to determine “Whats going on!!!” Alot of my feelings are written in the poem.  

John {PoetMan}

July 3, 2007

——– THE FALLING OF BRIAN ——–

Filed under: Sleep Drugs, Sleep, Sleepwalking, Treating Depression, PTSD, BPD, Blogroll, Uncategorized — johnhamilton @ 2:13 am

It came from somewhere, the loud noise of a splat

Shattering the night silence

Then the screaming “Oh My God.. Oh My God..”

I ran to the balcony, looked over, and saw him

Laying completely motionless on his left side,

A pool of blood surrounded his head

There was no sound or movement,

Why was he there? Why?

From where had he fallen?

Was he already dead?

I bolted to the door and ran to the elevator;

I pushed the elevator button,

To my amazement the door openedIn two seconds or less

What an uncanny feeling it was

I can’t remember descending to the lobby

I ran outside to where he layStill motionless;

What should I do?

I touched his bare right shoulder

To my complete amazement he turned

From laying on his left side to laying on his back

He took hold of my hand, squeezing tightly

I held on while speaking to him

“You’re going to be Okay” “You’re going to be Okay”

Why was I saying this to him???

In my mind I was praying, “God please help him!!”

The left side of his head was completely covered in blood

It was all I could see matted into his black hair

It was so dark I couldn’t see if there were any injuries

He was still squeezing on to my hand

I took my other free hand and tried to get a pulse in his wrist

But I couldn’t find it there!!

I then went directly to the carotid artery in his neck

It was scarcely there, I knew he was in trouble

Suddenly he lurched, trying to get up off his back

He was mumbling “My head. My head.My back.My back..”

He started screaming in agony, Screaming!!  Screaming!!

I was holding and pushing him down

I was fearful of him getting up

“You’re going to be Okay, You’re going to be Okay”

A woman appeared beside me saying;

“Brian I Love You, Brian I Love You

We love you, We love you Brian“

I figured she must be his wife

I turned and spoke to a woman on her balcony

To ask “Do you have a flashlight?”

I wanted to look for injuries on his head

To see if I needed to close up a wound

But it was so dark I just couldn’t see

Again, Brian was trying to get up

I was still holding and pushing him down

I was fearful of him getting up

“You’re going to be Okay, You’re going to be Okay”

And his wife was telling him to stay still

“I Love You, We Love You Brian”

Blood, nothing but Blood, a mass of hair and Blood

I figured there must be a gash in the side of his head

I needed to stop the bleeding!! I must get it stopped!!

I need to something more to help, I must, I must!!

All the while I’m thinking “God please don’t let him die!”

And “Why isn’t the ambulance here yet!!

Where to hell is it”

It seemed like it was taking forever for them to get here

I knew my brother called 911 when I came down here

Again he lurched, trying to get up and complaining

He was mumbling “My head. My head.My back.My back.”

Then again he started screaming in agony,

Screaming..!!!  Screaming…!!!

I was still holding and pushing him down and saying

“You’re going to be okay You’re going to be okay”

In the back of my mind, I was thinking just the opposite

I knew I couldn’t say it aloud and thinking

“Where the hell is that ambulance!! Where is it!!”

It was taking forever to get here, or seemed it anyway

Finally, I could hear the shriek of police sirens

Getting closer and closer, Louder and louder

First one car then another and another and another

Till there were six or seven police cars on the scene

I saw all these cruisers, lots of them, but no ambulance yet!!

Now I’m thinking “Okay so where to hell is the ambulance!!

“I don’t see the dammed ambulance here yet, Why Not??

One officer says, “Okay give us some room…. back away”

Or something to that effect

I said something that I can’t recall about trying to help

Three or four of the officers went over to him

I backed off and stood staring down at Brian

A minute of so later the ambulance came flying in

Then I went back upstairs to my apartment

After I walked in, I finally noticed the blood on my hands

I washed it off in the kitchen sink and that’s when I noticed,

I was trembling and shaking like crazy

Both from within and noticeably too

I took a couple of my 25 mg Seroquel tablets

Then I went to the balcony to see what was going on

They were just putting a neck brace on Brian

All the while, Brian was screaming in agony

It was ear-piercing the sounds he was making

That’s when I started to think “He is alive!!

He’s screaming like that because BRIAN IS ALIVE!!!

Otherwise Brian wouldn’t be screaming like that.”

It was about this time that I noticed that

I started to feel this surreal and dreamlike state

It was taking over me, surrounding me, engulfing me

Now they were putting Brian on to a backboard

Then they were strapping him to the backboard

Again he was screaming in anguish and pain

Then I noticed one of the police officers

From the fifth floor balcony just below me

He was throwing Brian’s license to the ground

And calling “Here’s some ID, a driver’s license”

This was the first I had realized how far he had fallen

From the balcony, I watched the license float to the ground

And I could picture Brian falling as the license fell

It was if I was on the balcony watching him fall again

I could hear the sound of him hitting the pavement again

I then saw Brian’s wife talking to one of the officers;

And then leave in one of the many police cruisers

Right after the ambulance went screaming outI

 came back in the apartment to light a candle

And I said a prayer for Brian and his wife as I did so.

“Lord please save this man if that be your will

 and give strength to his wife in this time of her need.

I ask this in the name of the Father, Son & Holy Ghost, Amen.”

I went back out on the balcony and just stood there

Watching and looking down at the blood stained pavers

Watching the police as they cordoned off the area

Watching as the police photographer to pictures

Pictures of the blood stained concrete pavers

Pictures from the left, Pictures from the right

Pictures from the front, Pictures from the back

Pictures with the tape up, Pictures with the tape down

Pictures looking up to the balcony from where Brian fell

“How many pictures do they need??

What to hell good are thy going to do??

My head is full of pictures, too many pictures!!!”

Two hours go by and still there are four or five officers

Talking to neighbours, talking to each other

I suddenly remembered I was supposed to make a statement

I went back down stairs

I approached a couple of the police officers

I met with one of them 15 or 20 minutes later

I sat in the back of a cruiser and gave a statement

I spoke about what I heard,

Brian hitting the concrete pavers

What I still hear in my dreams;

the sound of Brian hitting the ground

Brian’s ear-piercing screams of agony,

His wife screaming “Oh My God”

I spoke about what I didn’t hear,

the sound of any fighting

But now I hear her voice in my dreams

“Brian I Love You”

and the squeal of tires

and the shriek of police and ambulance sirens

I spoke about what I tried to do for Brian,

about trying to calm him

That part which still invades my dreams,

watching Brian falling slowly down

Brian’s bloodied face and blood matted head,

the blood stained pavers

spoke about what I didn’t do for Brian,

I had felt so helpless

What I still see in my dreams;

my own hand melting into my bloodied face

And the images of deaths of past friends

And work mates who had also fell

Then there was the parts I had not spoke of

Except to God,

The prayers I had been thinking

And saying and repeating

The prayers I keep saying.

The candles I still light.

“God of Heaven and Earth to Whom I have put my trust and

faith for all things Thank You for Saving the Life of Brian,

Give him the strength, the courage, and the will to recover

in this extremely difficult time of his young life.

Give strength and courage to His Wife

as she struggles through this troubled time in Her life

to be there for Brian and their young child

and to help her as she nears the end of her pregnancy

 without Brian by Her side.

Also, I pray that You will bless them with

 God’s love and kindness to provide for their needs.

I ask this in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Amen” 

©Written by J.D.B.Hamilton, June 2007

The above was written on my notes and memories of a very tragic event that touched me personally this year.

—– SLEEPLESS NIGHTS —-

Filed under: Sleep Drugs, Sleep, Zopiclone (Imovane), Treating Depression, PTSD, BPD, Blogroll, Uncategorized — johnhamilton @ 1:00 am

I can remember a time when I would sleep like a log every night never waking for any reason whatsoever. About 5 years ago, I slept through a fire at my home. I never heard the heard the smoke detector roaring and screaming. My son-in-law and daughter were in their bedroom, luckily heard it, and kicked our door open only to find the room filled with smoke. The smoke was about 3 ½ feet from reaching the floor. My ex-fiancé and myself are/were very fortunate that someone heard it or I wouldn’t be sitting here blogging.  Another time I was robbed of my wallet, which was on the nightstand beside me and some other things in the apartment, and again I slept through it all. Well these days sleep is a never-ending struggle for me. I am constantly waking in the night many times. I awake in the middle of nightmares that seem so realistic. I can be awake from as little as a few seconds to as long as an hour or two. It seems to vary from night to night. I never had this problem until about 14-15 months ago when everything started to come crashing down on me. At the time I was working at a job where I would leave home at about 6:00 am and arrive back home between 7:00-9:00 pm. I never went to bed before midnight, usually after I watched Leno and Letterman do there comedy bits. I liked the idea that I was going to bed after hearing some humor and having a good laugh. Isn’t that what someone once said “Laughter is good medicine” or something like that?  I’m sure it helps to put you in a better frame of mind. Last night was typical of my sleeping pattern, sleeping, waking, nightmares, waking because of the train whistles, and getting up for a while at times to get a drink, go to the bathroom and/or smoke a cigarette or two or watch 24-hour news. I have been taking 150 mg of Seroquel at bedtime for almost a week but it does not seem to be working that great yet but I guess I will need to give it some time. Prior to taking the Seroquel (Quetiapine)I was taking the drug called Zopiclone (7.5 mg) or also sold as Imovane. I took this drug for approximately 3 months starting at the lowest dose and after about a month had it increased. It did help me be able to sleep for 7-8 hours once I was on the higher dose and I would go to sleep easier. I can report that I still had the horrific nightmares and never woke too many times and the times that I did wake up, I noticed I was only awake for a few seconds. That was the up side of the drug. The down side of Zopiclone (Imovane) was far scarier which I will explain in some detail as I want people reading this to be aware of the risks involved with this drug. 

  • Bitter metallic taste in my mouth 24/7 and this never went away. Actually, I noticed it intensified when I drank water for whatever reason.

  • Rebound (rebound insomnia) effect after discontinuation of this medication. I have an inclination that my loss off sleep the last week is a result of stopping the drug.

  • I did notice that I felt feel drowsy or less alert or in a fog on arising for an hour or so however this seemed to subside after about a month.

  • Sleep Walking. I had two incidents where I was sleep walking which totally freaked me out. Once after I woke up I noticed that all the lights in my apartment were on, the TV was on, the coffee pot was still on and there were dirty dishes in the sink and on the stove. It took me some time to figure out that I had cooked and ate eggs and toast. I found the remnants in the garbage. I was freaked out for about three days. Another time a couple of weeks later when I awoke, I could hear the TV blaring. When I went out to the living room, I noticed again that all the lights in my apartment were on.  Now this is not normal for me as I have a routine that I have gotten into since getting out of the hospital. I go to bed between 12:30-1:00 am every night and when I go to bed I turn off all the lights, computer, TV coffee machine etc.

The part that concerns me the most was the sleep walking which I have never done in the past. I was completely terrified/horrified by this and I have since spoke with my psychiatrist and as noted before am taking Seroquel now. She was very concerned once I told her what had happened. Additionally, I live on the 6th floor of an apartment building and the neighbor who lives in the apartment directly below me jumped off his balcony about 10 days ago. He is now in a drug-induced coma in the hospital recovering (I pray for him) and was extremely fortunate that there were no head/brain injuries. I spoke to his wife a couple of days later and learned (according to her) that he was sleepwalking and that he has had a problem with sleep walking his entire life. Of course, this has not helped my mental state or sleep lately as I was sitting in my living room with the balcony door wide open and actually heard him hit the pavement. Subsequently I was the first at the scene to try to help him until the police and ambulance came. I am still having nightmares about it. Therefore, I would advise anyone taking this drug Zopiclone (Imovane) to be aware of this and discuss the drug side effects with their doctor. Some sleeping aids can cause sleep walking with some people. The FDA (USA) has linked the best-selling sleep-inducing drug Zopiclone, sold in
Canadaunder the brand name Imovane, to sleepwalking behaviors. The agency has also linked the drug to sleep driving — driving a car while not fully awake after taking a sedative-hypnotic drug, with no memory of doing so. In the
U.S., the FDA said there have been dozens of reports of bizarre behaviour during sleep among people who have taken a sleeping pill called Ambien. In most cases, Ambien seems to be the drug responsible for the bizarre sleeping behaviours, said Dr. Carlos Schenck, a sleep disorder specialist at the

University of
Minnesota. “There’s something about the Ambien that activates the motor system, the locomotion system in the brainstem, so that people will then have the urge to move around, and with it perhaps the primitive urge to eat,” said Schenck. From what I have been able to find out Zopiclone acts on a similar area or acts similar to Ambien on the brain. I am reporting this as a caution to anyone taking either of these drugs. Actually, last night while I was watching a movie I noticed that in a commercial I saw for Ambien that there was a note at the bottom of the screen about sleepwalking.
www.cbc.ca/health/story/2007/04/19/sleep-drug-warning.html