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Hi everyone,
I was just wondering what people do when they have sleep difficulties? No matter how tired I am, or how little sleep I get, I wake up at 330-4am.
For example, if I’m up working until midnight, even if I’m exhausted I’ll wake around 4am.
I’m a healthy guy, I eat right and train in jujitsu 3x a week. I have a loving and supportive family. My job is stressful (but whose isn’t?).
Additionally I see a therapist and psychiatrist-I take medication for sleep, but it doesn’t seem to work.
I’ve tried melatonin, reading when I wake up, meditating, nothing works. I go through every day exhausted, and it’s beginning to impact my performance. I don’t know what to do anymore.
Does anyone else deal with these kinds of problems? What helped you?
Thanks.

I'm a college student stuck between classes, odd jobs and art commissions while looking for a proper part time job, and the only thing keeping me functional these days is therapy. I haven't been able to go in a while due to lack of money but I've recently been saving up whatever I could to go next week. I'm 30€ short due to paying other medical bills though. I am finishing some other art commissions but due to classes and the job search I may not make it in time before the appointment I set with my therapist.
Thank you in advance for reading. I hope yall have a good day.

So I've been on prozac before, I made it 3 months in and then stopped, I didn't really have any benefits at that time(6weeks 20mg, 6weeks 40mg).
Recently I went back on them but already I'm waking up not wanting to go to work. This happened with other antidepressants where I just stopped going to work and started sleeping all day.
I don't want to stop taking them because I think oh I bet after 3 months is when they start kicking in for me. But maybe prozac and the other antidepressants I've tried aren't for me.
Ugh I dunno but I can't go back into this rut of lying in bed all day and nearly losing my job....but but what if I miss out on the prozac actually working. Ughhh. Without medication I'm a mess, with medication I'm a mess, I can't win!

Hi everyone. 22M here I just need to get something off my chest. I can't tell this to most people i know in real life, since I've either kept silent about having epilepsy for years, or because it would mess up my life.
To start, I was diagnosed with epilepsy around age 11, when I had my first grand mal, out of the blue, in a spanish restaurant. Didn't think much of it until it happened a few more times over the years, and went on medication since about 13. The seizures mostly stopped. Once every few years, usually when I got sloppy with medication.
Then, I get cleared for driving at age 19 after two years of no seizures. Thank god. I recently got a job delivering cars and I love it. I absolutely love it. I don't want to do anything else.
Fast forward to yesterday, I was on Discord with a friend doing schoolwork. Then black (which I didn't realize at all) and about an hour later I woke up on my bed. I fall asleep pretty often so didn't think much of it. Until I moved. My back was in pain, and when I exclaimed, I noticed i bit my tongue. I knew what it meant but tried not to believe it.
I get out of bed, groaning with back pain. I look on the floor only to find a puddle of dried blood on the floor, next to my desk chair. (Don't worry, it's from my tongue, remember?). My headset fell inside it. Now there's no way of denying it. I just had a seizure, but that's my secret.
But just because I'll keep it secret does not mean I didn't learn. This could've gone wrong very easily, 20cm to the left and I could've gotten pierced by my bedpole. I will get back on top of my medication, and make sure this never happens again.

Hi everyone, I am a 26f and recently diagnosed with ADHD. I've been taking Adderall for just a few months now and I'm noticing that it just isn't working anymore so I'm looking into other possible choices before addressing this with my doc. I don't know too much about the different ones, but Stattera specifically is an SNRI which makes me nervous. I am wondering for those of you that have taken this long term, have you had weight gain issues or other issues within your body that this medication has caused? I am currently on Wellbutrin to help my depression but it doesn't do anything at all for my anxiety or ADHD.
I was on cymbalta for about 2 years before being diagnosed with adhd and feel like it destroyed my body basically. Reason I am asking is because they are both SNRI's and I'm terrified to go back on one.
I'm getting desperate at this point because the adhd is affecting my job and my anxiety is getting to be too much to handle, even after trying natural remedies and yoga. Adderall (when it actually worked) helped tremendously with those things so i want to find something that works for me.
Also for anyone who's gone off of strattera, does this cause the terrible withdrawal symptoms like cymbalta?
Thank you in advance
EDIT: just was reading some other posts on this sub and I guess it's a little different than cymbalta? NRI vs SNRI. still a bit confused about what that means but im still curious about long time users experiences :)

I've posted my story on this page after 6 months and 12 months before and had a really positive response, so some of you might be interested in my 2 year report. If you'd rather watch this as a video, check out my profile.
My life is unrecognisable now to the life I had 2 years ago. I am in a great and steady relationship, I have started a good career, I exercise 6 times a week (marathon next month!), I've started playing a sport, I read daily, I study Spanish and I still balance a social life and crap Netflix shows and putting the bins out on a Tuesday.
The life I live now is one I would have dreamed of 2 years ago. I have always wanted more discipline, more motivation and more sticktoitiveness but no matter what I tried I would always fall back into old habits.
I was motivated to delete my social media because I felt like my usage was denying me of something. Apart from time, I wasn't quite sure what I felt like I was missing. But I realised I was falling behind. I wasn't exercising, my mental health was in bits, I had a job I didn't like and I had no goals.
I got anxious about deleting my social media because I felt like I would fall off the face of the earth. I felt like everyone would forget me and I would become a recluse. This anxiety made me put off the decision to delete it for a long time, but eventually, in February 2021 I got rid.
The first month was amazing, I had clarity of thought for the first time in a while, and I felt like I had waaaay more free time. I also felt accomplished that I managed to take the plunge into deleting it and that sense of accomplishment made the first month awesome.
During the second and third months, things became complicated. For so long social media had been a form of escapism for me. I would quite literally numb my brain with content whenever it felt bad. I would scroll to forget a bad day, scroll to reduce the anxiety of an upcoming test and scroll to ignore the feelings of loneliness.
Taking away my self-medicated scrolling meant that for the first time in... well forever, I had to confront these discomforts head-on. I had to endure the discomfort of being bored, the agony of being lonely and the emptiness of a bad day at work.
Being forced to confront these unpleasant feelings became a motivation for tackling them. My brain didn't want to feel bad, so it found ways to cope with it. It started to find exercise rewarding, and it started to value and appreciate hard work. The things that I was unable to stick to for so long, I was now drawn to. My brain craved the dopamine release of social media, but since it couldn't get that it replaced it with the dopamine release of socialising, and exercising, and reading and trying new things.
Over time, these benefits had compounding interest and my self improvement progress skyrocketed. The best part is, I am 2 years into this journey and I don't feel like I'm slowing down. I cannot wait to report back next year.

I have had a migraine every day for 26 days now. I am so tired and sad and frustrated.
My doctor and neurologist prescribed Desipramine which I stopped taking after a little over a week due to my heart racing and my resting heart rate shooting up to between 110-130 bpm several times a day.
I was so hopeful that it would help however my mother had a bad heart attack at a young age and it’s not something that I am willing to risk.
I started a new job a couple of weeks ago and I really like it however it requires me to work midnight shifts which wouldn’t be so bad but they schedule me to start at 7 am the day after I work 7pm-7am. I am worried that this is just going to make my migraines worse.
I don’t know what to do. I am so sick of being in pain. When I am not in pain I am nauseous, my scalp tingles, my vision goes blurry and I have trouble speaking.
It seems as though many of the available medications have similar side affects to the Desipramine so I am very hesitant to even try another medication.
I just want to cry but that will just make things worse. I am certain that my loved ones although sympathetic are tired of hearing about my suffering. I guess I am just posting because I need to vent.

I'm a veteran (34) female with a husband and 3 kids. We live off gride and it's and hour to the nearest ER. I had a heart attack January 27th er did nothing it was supposed to do. Went to several still nothing. Finally got into my primary and they dognosed me with Polycythemia Vera, unknown autoimmune thing (that has been going on for many years) Doc said she put in for different specialist. Half of them went in and they were out 6 months to two years. Meanwhile I'm in and out of ERs chest pain, passing out, dizzy, head aches BP all over the place. I'm freaking out bc early January I climbed a mountain. I can't even walk to the bathroom now with our getting winded. We scrapped together money for an RV got baited and switched. We can't keep staying in hotels across the street from the ER. My adopted mom told me to come home she would help me with the kids, help me get to appointments, we could save up get and a RV get stable, get a medical plan together. Sounded great. she did some research and doctors I needed were about 3 week wait. Much more reasonable. We were all tired exhausted, stressed to the max all of us. We got here 1900 miles later, almost out of money. Husband got a job he starts in three days pays well. Ive been in and out of hospital since we been here. (14 days now) I've seen oncologist today, cardiologist next week. Seen primary 5 times now. Changed meds. Still in pain but labs are improving very slowly. My adopted mom is now mad at me. Telling my kids are on phone to much (they are homeschooled and have books, classes and other stuff on there phones. I've been given diagnoses, scelodemea, PV, lupus and another thing I can't remember. Still figuring this out. Doctor won't put me on steroids bc it will make blood clotting worse right now. I'm on the phone to much. I've been doing doctor stuff, trying to find RV, putting apps for loans, grants other stuff. Doing VA stuff. Husband was here 5 days and landed a job. He's amazing. Yelling at me that im playing the poor me card. I'm being pathetic, I'm being a bad mom bc I'm laying down and on the phone. Told me if I was a sick as I acted that I would of been given proper care a long time ago. I showed her all my doctor stuff and labs. Tests. She still doesn't get it. Now my husband doubting me.. Now we have get out of her house today. I feel terrible, we are 2000 miles from home. I'm sick, in pain that I have never felt before. I still have bunch of doctor appointments before my care plan is put together and we can go home. Just what?????

Hi team.
I (34f) have found myself in a little bit of a situation. Until a month or so ago, my job had me making phonecalls to a company 60 miles away sometimes up to 7, 8 times a day.
This particular company hired a new guy who takes most of my phonecalls in around July last year. I immediately took a shine to him and we always had a laugh while we were dealing with whatever work query I'd contacted him about.
Somehow, around 3 months ago, we started talking at the end of the day about non-work things. For about 3 months now we've spoken at the end of every weekday for 15-30 minutes and it's clear that there's something between us.
He's a little bit younger than me (9 years 😬) but I am 80% over that now. He's considerate, intelligent, kind, sensitive, funny, he has his priorities in order, we spend so much time just laughing, we talk about anything/everything and there's still so much left that we don't know about each other and I really hope that we get the chance to explore that someday.
I've tried to move things into personal time/space before by giving him my personal phone number, but he didn't want to take my number until after we meet in person, if we meet in person. I got a little butthurt about it but in some ways I think his approach might actually be the best one.
As it stands we are just friends. There's no harm can come by just friends meeting each other, and because we will continue to have to work together, it's really sensible for us to stay in the work-centric lane for now.
Now, onto my problems... I have no idea what he looks like. He tried to describe himself to me on the phone once and told me some very basic details but that's all I've got. I know he's on Facebook but his name is so generic (think Joe Jones) that I can't find him and know it's him. My colleague told him she found him on Facebook once and he freaked out because he didn't want our team to know what he looked like. He was legitimately relieved when I explained it wasn't actually him (I knew things about him that my colleague didn't that would mean the profile she found couldn't have been him).
He's told me quite explicitly that if anyone wants to know what he looks like they should go and meet him. Fair enough.
When we were talking about each others appearances I told him just to Google me and the company I work for, because it brings up my LinkedIn profile which has a picture of me on it from 2019. So I expect that he's seen that although he's never explicitly told me he has.
My manager has suggested on more than one occasion for us to go and meet him and the rest of his team. We work really closely with them and they're a great bunch with whom we have an amazing working relationship. So I absolutely have got a reason and an opportunity to go and meet him via work.
However, I told my manager that I don't want to go and meet him and his colleagues. Why would I do this?
I gained around 180lbs since the picture of me on LinkedIn was taken in 2019.
In 2020 I had an episode of psychosis and was hospitalised for just over a month. After that, and for about 18 months, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and taking some awful medication. I didn't even realise I was putting the weight on until it was too late, and I know that I've gained an extreme amount of weight to not notice, but it is what it is and I am where I am.
I got un-diagnosed with bipolar disorder on January 23rd this year and immediately stopped taking the medication. Mentally I'm in the best place I've been since before I went through psychosis, and since stopping taking the medication I've lost just a little over 30lbs and am consistently continuing to lose.
I intend to lose the remaining 150lbs that I've gained, but of course, it's going to take some time. I expect probably 18 months before I'm in a place where I can be happy and confident with my appearance again.
What would you do? Go meet him while you're too fat to be able to reasonably expect anyone to be genuinely attracted to you? Wait until you'd lost the weight? Would you tell him your current situation?
Just a couple of days ago he said to me what does a guy have to do to get a visit from you?
The reason I'm thinking this over now is that early next week I have annual leave, because I'm going to an event 2 miles away from his workplace. He asked me what I was doing with my annual leave and I've told him I'll tell him when I get back from the leave. He said he'll be thinking about that all weekend.
So the conversation is going to be that I absolutely could have come to visit him, and chose not to. It will be a great opportunity to have a conversation about meeting. I just don't know what I'm going to say.
Any thoughts from anyone would be massively appreciated 🙏🏻.

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Hello! I have a secret clearance coming up for a job I accepted. I am pretty typical with no concerns normally, but I do have one that gives me a lot of anxiety. I do have some debt from some medical (less than a year ago) and some loans from graduate school (2021 grad). Would my debt be a major issue for a secret clearance?? Thanks!

I am a 22 year old software engineer that graduated from college in May making ~100k. I do not particularly enjoy it. It isn’t the worst thing in the world, I have great WLB and make decent money for my age, putting a lot into retirement savings. But I am simply uninterested in the work that I do and the prospect of doing it for the next 40 years is fucking unbearable. So, as of now if I were to stay in tech my plan is to invest heavily and hopefully make enough to retire by my 40’s. But even that is a long time and I don’t want to feel unfulfilled for the next 20 years.
I have lightly been debating going to med school since my last year of college when I felt mostly bored by my CS coursework and internships but it was too late to switch paths. Most of my napkin math about whether it would financially be worth it to take out money / pay to go to med school vs increasing earnings in tech says probably not, assuming I invest heavily early on. Maybe after quite a few years of being an attending and a lot of work to have gotten to that point career earnings as a doctor would catch up. But from a non financial perspective I feel like I would enjoy working in medicine more than an office. The obvious worry is that I put all of the effort into med school and residency just to find out that the day to day of being a doctor and dealing with the American healthcare system is just as bad or worse than feeling unfulfilled at my job in tech. At which point I’ve gone into a large amount of debt and a profession with less free time simply because the idea of it was enchanting. From reading perspectives of people who have made a similar switch, many regret it and would turn back the time if they could while others find working in medicine worth all the sacrifice, so I can’t really say which I’ll be.
Obviously it’s largely a personal choice, but I’m asking here for the perspective of people that are both financially/investment inclined and doctors. If you were in my position, would you grit your teeth through jobs you find manageable but unsatisfying and try to save money early on in order to retire early, or would you still go down the path of medical school even if it means a lot of debt and work before making good money, and likely a longer timeline to retirement?

Hi! 24/F residing in the Philippines. I'm a BS Psychology graduate. I've been working in the workforce for 3 years now. 1 year in the clinical sector (behavioral therapist), and 2 years in the corporate sector (HR). I'm beginning to have interest in studying again.
Before, I wanted to pursue a medical career since my undergraduate degree was a pre-med course, but with the lack of funds and time I wasn't able to do so. Realized for some time now that I can't stay in the corporate sector because its not my passion, and would love to be someone with a purpose.
Now that i'm earning, and have a full time job, can you guys recommend any pathway I may pursue so I may work in the hospital and soon move abroad? Something I can take as a Master's degree? Any niche occupations I may pursue to be more in-demand abroad? Also, to add I am currently a registered Psychometrician in my country, if that helps :)
Any help or advice will be greatly appreciated!
Thank you! :)

Ok, so this is my first reddit post, so please excuse any confusion. Recently, while watching YouTube, I stumbled upon a list of 10 alternate/parallel universe stories. I have believed in the theories of alternate universes forever...I mean literally, for as long as I can remember, and I have good reason.
I am a woman, almost 50 y.o, who has always had these "dreams". In my dreams, I am someplace else, but with full memories of ever part of my life when in the dream. I wake up at least 5x's/night, with full memories of the dream I had just had. I tried keeping dream logs, but, with the amount of dreams I have a night, along with the details remembered in each dream, I don't have the time to write down each dream. If i were to write them, they would be complete stories, not dreams. I almost wish I had someone who could write them for me.
The majority of my dreams are all in the same world. I call this world "The Land Of Nod", Don't ask me why I call it that, I started calling it that when I was about 15 and it just stuck.
My earliest memory of having repetitive dreams and dreams of this other world, was about when I was either 4 or 5, but I am sure I have had them my whole life, unfortunately, our brains don't start storing memories until about that age. My earliest memory of this life, was when I was approx. 3-4 y/o. My parents tell me that as a baby, I had colic until I was 9-months old, that's pretty late for colic, considering it usually subsides by the time a baby id 3-4 months old, I truly believe that it was not colic that kept me awake all night instead of sleeping, I believe I was having these dreams even then. At that young age, and I believe i was so confused, about what to believe and what not to believe, kept me up, crying, trying to stay in in world. Now, I know this is just a guess, but if you had experienced the things I have experienced thru-out the past 49 years of my life, you would understand why I feel this way. My friends and co-workers ask me everyday about my dreams the night before. Sometimes I tell them, sometimes I don't and sometimes i can't, because in "The Land Of Nod", there are creatures that don't exist here. There are everyday animals sold in their pet shops that don't exist here, on this plane, and most importantly, there are colors that don't exist here. They are impossible for me to describe, and although I will vividly remember the colors I see for several days after the dream, the memories slowly fade with time. But one thing I am sure of, they were there.
I compare it to how different animals, can see different colors due to the cones in their eyes. They say dogs only see in black and white, yet some insects can see different colors on the color spectrum, like ultraviolet,that our human eyes can't even imagine. Well, you can think I'm insane all you want, but it's true. There are amazing, marvelous, beautiful colors, both light and dark, shimmery, yet not opaque, indistinct, yet comprehensible, all at the same time.
When i say I wake up 5x/night,I am not exaggerating, in fact, I am lowering the bar. There have been times when i have woken up 9-10x/night due to these dreams.
Like I said, the majority of the time, I go to the same world when i dream. I know the whole town so well, I could draw a map. I know where the movie theater is,the mall, the train stations and the houses.
While some of you are probably thinking that I have taken bits and pieces of the real world and introduced them to create "The Land of Nod", i assure you, that is not the case. These are places, I know I have never seen, with people, most of who I have never met. Sometimes different people in my family will be there, and other times, someone entirely different would be my mother or father. On these occasions, I remember that whole entire life, clear as day. All the memories are intact, Sometimes, I am me, but younger, or older and other times, I am someone completely different. I have been a black woman in my dreams (I am a white woman in this dimension). I have been a Chinese male, and a Chinese female. For some reason, I have been Chinese more than any other ethnicity,
Now don't go getting up in arms over race and sex....I have no control over my dreams in the past, or even who I will be tonight.
A common theme with most of my dreams is the world ending. I have dreamt about this more times than I could begin to explain. 9 out of 10 times, in my dreams, the world ends due to floods and tsunami's. On occasion, I have been in the thick of it, trying to save people and get them on boats. But most of the time, it's after the fact. The damage and destruction. The haunting shapes of twisted metal from where skyscrapers use to be. I will say this: all of the dreams about the tsunami catastrophes appear to be far in the future. I can tell by what has been left over. The remnants, even of the twisted skyscrapers, are nothing that even remotely looks like this century.
I have not only had dreams of the end times, I have had dreams where I have lived a whole lifetime, grown up, fell in love, got married, grew old and relaxed with my old, true love, on a raft, in a makeshift lake that was inside a giant spaceship, where we could look up and see the clear dome, at least a 100 feet above us, showing all the stars. I remember the peace I felt in that moment.The peace of knowing I had a good life, with a man I love and being ready to accept death.
I have had movies that were complete movies. I( watched them fro beginning to end. They don't exist here in this dimension...believe me, I have searched. I have dreamt of musicals, one I remember i call "Stomp", because it was a horror, comical musical, of this band of gypsies, that floated from town to town, killing people, by stomping their heads while circling around them singing. I remember all these and more, vividly.
I have seen giant insects like 4 feet long spiders and 12 inch bees, whose abdomens were completely transparent, so much so, that I could see the intestines, both blue and green, inside the liquid sac of their abdomen.
I don't know why, after all these years I am talking about this.
I believe, honestly in my heart, that these are different dimensions that are out there, but we are unable to see or touch them, at least I can't when I'm awake,.
One more thing I would like to mention. When i crawl into bed and drift off to "The Land of Nod", i almost always find myself waking up there. I go to sleep here and wake up, still drowsy, in a different bed, but knowing where I am and who I am.
This was just a quick synopsis of my dream world and how i believe it relates to parallel dimensions. If anyone is interested, I have dreams and stories from the other side that could last for days. Do the math: between 4- 10 dreams a night, every night. Almost always remembering every detail. I have a lot written down, but more in my memory, stored, hoping someday to possibly write a book, or one of the movies or musicals I saw in the other world.
I would like to do a sleep study someday, but I wouldn't know what to say as to why. It's not really a medical reason, so insurance wouldn't cover it. I wish there was a scientist out there, studying dreams and other dimensions. If there was, I would be the perfect candidate.
Until then, if anyone happens to find my dreamworld interesting, amusing, or has had similar occurrences, Please let me know.
Sleep well. Don't fear. Namaste.
I certainly have no shortages of dream stories to tell....I just don't have enough time left on earth to tell them all.
Good night all...I'm off to "the Land of Nod" again. Hopefully I will only visit the other world no more than 5 times tonight......it takes a toll on my waking life.
I have never written about it before,maybe the fact that you are all a bunch of strangers that can't judge me helps me to speak my dark into the light. I've gotta be at work in a few hours, and I have an extremely tough job, being an SUD counselor for addicts in a recovery home, so I have to be on-point. Thanks again for listening to an old lady drag on about nothing and everything at the same time. I appreciate all of you. There is purpose, both in this life and the next, I can promise you that!

Okay so I love the game and depending on the people I play with can make me love the game even more or want to break something. So my story is I was playing as a medic having a good time running the class that only had the pistol doing my job reviving people and just trying to keep up with the players who kept getting downed now the map we where on was carentan and if you have played this map you know that the enemy can fortify a road and hold it very well if they know what there doing these people knew what they were doing well i’m running down an alleyway and watch about 10 people get downed all in front of me so I’m yelling I got you just be patient and with supporting fire I’m getting everyone even a few new ones and I was getting the last guy when he says I’m a traitor I get gunned down and hear this mother @&$? Laughing and saying we got the medic I was so pissed it’s not even funny you don’t just revive 10+ people and then get gunned down by a man you just tried to save