Night Terrors
Night Terrors captures the brutal yet solitary battle I’ve fought and continue to fight against the traumas in my life that find their way into my bed. I wake up, my heart pounding. I’m frozen. Aware but unable to move, as if some invisible force is sitting on my chest. Sometimes I see a figure standing near my bed, watching. I know it’s not real, but in the moment, it doesn’t matter. The fear is real. This torment only got more intense as I withdrew from the substances I once used to escape. The process of cleansing became its own kind of hell, one that magnified the fear and anxiety that already lived inside me. These nights bleed into my days, leaving behind a quiet terror. If you see yourself in this, please know you're not alone. I wish you sleep untouched by fear.
Night Terrors captures the brutal yet solitary battle I’ve fought and continue to fight against the traumas in my life that find their way into my bed. I wake up, my heart pounding. I’m frozen. Aware but unable to move, as if some invisible force is sitting on my chest. Sometimes I see a figure standing near my bed, watching. I know it’s not real, but in the moment, it doesn’t matter. The fear is real. This torment only got more intense as I withdrew from the substances I once used to escape. The process of cleansing became its own kind of hell, one that magnified the fear and anxiety that already lived inside me. These nights bleed into my days, leaving behind a quiet terror. If you see yourself in this, please know you're not alone. I wish you sleep untouched by fear.
Night Terrors captures the brutal yet solitary battle I’ve fought and continue to fight against the traumas in my life that find their way into my bed. I wake up, my heart pounding. I’m frozen. Aware but unable to move, as if some invisible force is sitting on my chest. Sometimes I see a figure standing near my bed, watching. I know it’s not real, but in the moment, it doesn’t matter. The fear is real. This torment only got more intense as I withdrew from the substances I once used to escape. The process of cleansing became its own kind of hell, one that magnified the fear and anxiety that already lived inside me. These nights bleed into my days, leaving behind a quiet terror. If you see yourself in this, please know you're not alone. I wish you sleep untouched by fear.