I've had night terrors and fluid dreams since I was a small child. I actually learned to live with these dreams through therapy and sleeping pills, but this year my dreams are so horrible they make me not want to go to sleep. I know it's my anxiety, and I know it's all the worry and fears, like killer bees in my brain. I will dissociate completely and lose time, I hate that. I have to be this strong woman for my daughter, for myself. Depression has stolen all joy and peace from my life. Anxiety keeps me from eating, keeps me from the things I love. I don't like to even be around people anymore, besides the fact I don't want to get covid.
One thing I did though, that has helped both myself and my daughter, I shut the local tv off. I refuse to watch the news, even tho sometimes it gets through to my iphone. I have also stepped away from social media, the negativity and paranoia fueled my own inner hell. I feel this world is beyond help, doomed, so now I need to go pop a xanax and smoke a cigarette. 
I just need to vent, any helpful advice?
Anxiety and family
No hope left...
I think my subconscious is trying to speak to me through chronic nightmares.
Nightmares and Restlessness
