So my bed time habit is atrocious, I have got until the beginning of January to change this as my PR course starts on the 6th of January 9:30 am!!! At the moment i am up all night finally nodding off around 5 to 6 am, therefore sleeping to midday-ish.
The reason for this is that one Friday night at 12:30am i was in bed watching TV on my own, I heard very loud banging and thought it was my neighbours, Friday night seem to be their fight night!!! I quickly realised it was my front door being hammered! I thought it must of been one of my sons drunk or something, I went to my landing window and to my absolute horror there were a group of men with balaclava's on, kicking and battering my front door.
In that moment the fear that hit me is quite indescribable, first my breathing immediately laboured and my heart was knocking on my ribs my brain turned to jello and for about 10-20 seconds I was frozen to the spot. I stumbled into my room for my phone to dial 999, they answered to say " Sorry we are busy at the moment, if its not a life and death emergency please call back later, if it is please continue to hold"! As i was on hold to the police I realised my window was wide open and thought how easy it would be for someone to shimmy up onto my extension roof, I very slowly peered round the curtain to watch them breaking into my shed, I quietly closed the window.
My dog who was deaf - bless, was completely unaware of any noise but sensed I was utterly discombobulated and started to fuss around him - love him. Still on hold I sat on my bed on the verge of collapse when I heard my French doors at the back of the house smash and at the same time the police answered the phone. I spoke as quickly and quietly as I could which they were annoyed and telling me to speak up because they couldn't hear me properly. "Shit"! I could say no more as I heard the men thunder up my stairs, I pulled my duvet up shoving the phone under my pillow, Still connected and waited to be murdered!!! Five balaclava'ed men walked into my bedroom, when they saw me they all turned their backs on me telling me to give them my money.
My King Charles walked straight past them. All I had was £20 in my purse which I gave whilst trying not to look at their faces, I now sobbing, begging them not to hurt me with my head facing down. I waited but instead of being battered they walked out of my room into my boys room then thundering back down the stairs and out the house!!!
This is my reason for my bad sleeping habits. I don't feel threatened anymore or do I? Im not sure anymore... I have tried staying up right the way through the night but that has not worked.
Can anyone please help me?
If I have a early appointment I get into a terrible state and panic! I do not want to miss out on my PR. It sounds a bit pathetic but massive for me.
Any ideas I would be so very grateful.