I used to have night terrors growing up, and I'd thrash around in bed, screaming. This paired nicely with my chronic insomnia, which caused me to lie awake for hours, too scared to close my eyes. I often had to sleep on the floor of my parents' room and was usually too scared to attend sleepovers for fear of lying awake longer than any of my friends (which happened anytime I did sleep over).
Not to mention that growing up in Papua New Guinea (PNG) was fairly dangerous. We had a few centre lockdowns while my family was there, where we had to stay in the nearest building as tribal fighting went on outside our town of Ukarumpa. People’s homes were broken into semi-regularly (although ours never was). I was held up at gunpoint off-centre when I was in tenth grade.Read More