Sleep Deprivation - Blog Posts

It worse if it’s every night🥲

when it’s suddenly 4 AM and you’re still awake

Maturing is wanting to go feral but knowing you'll regret it and that you need to conserve energy to get through the rest of the day

Haven't been active because I got a PUPPY

DAY 8: Nightmares Don't Sleep

Zoro can't sleep, ghosts come to keep him company.

And here it is, it had to happen, first time (but not last time) that I'm late. I lasted a week so I'm happy. My mid-terms are starting so writing will take a back seat for me but I'm still going to try to finish Whumptober, even if it's not on time. I'll probably spend a few days to focus on stories that interest me more but I'll complete all the prompts. But for now, it's Zoro's time to suffer. This story will be in several parts (because I, too, need sleep and have yet to discover a way to write more than 10,000 words in two hours after class) and I promise, promise, promise there's comfort and fluff at the end. Not everyone will be so lucky this month. Fandom: One Piece Character(s) : Roronoa Zoro Relationship(s) : Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates & Roronoa Zoro Trigger Warnings: - Multiple Electrocutions - Non-Consensual Body Modification (The Navy installs a chip in Zoro's neck while he's unconscious.) - Blood and Injuries No. 8: SLEEP DEPRIVATION Isolation Chamber | Forced to Stay Awake | "Leave the lights on." (Coldplay, Midnight)

HOUR 1

Zoro opened his eyes, the fog in his mind clearing as a brief but sharp pain spread through his ribs. Instinctively, his hand went to his haramaki but was met with air instead of steel.

Zoro sat up abruptly, the room spinning around him mercilessly. His mouth was pasty and he could no longer feel his tongue but the metallic taste of blood was not one he could forget. The screech of chains on the stone floor as he moved hurt his ears but he couldn't have covered them if he wanted to.

Zoro tested the chains that restrained him to the wall, the awkward position of his arms preventing him from going too far without dislocating his shoulder. His head felt heavy and he struggled to keep it straight, his eyes begging him to close for just a moment.

Still, Zoro found the strength—or the spite—to look down on the asshole marine who had just kicked him. It took a lot of skill to maintain such an arrogant attitude while being forced onto his knees, but Zoro was very good at what he did.

"Too afraid to hit me when I'm not tied up and unarmed?" Zoro smirked.

"Laugh while you still can," the marine ignored him — Bob, he looked like a Bob with his stupid mustache — and continued his villain monologue. "The unit in charge of escorting you to Impel will arrive in three days and I doubt you'll have time to laugh there."

Zoro didn't have time to come up with a sarcastic response (whatever drugs they'd injected him with to subdue him, cowards , were still in his system, so excuse him for being a little slow) as Bob leaned over to whisper in Zoro's ear.

"I'm sure you can ask your captain when he joins you in your cell."

The electric shock that ran through his body, leaving him spasming and drooling, was well worth Bob's cry of pain and horror as Zoro spat his torn ear onto the ground, red covering his teeth as he grinned victoriously. Bob slapped his hand where his ear had been seconds before, a thick trickle of blood running down his arm.

"You're a fool to think I won’t be gone by then. Pray your ear gets infected and you die before I get free,” Zoro threatened, his fingers still twitching uncontrollably.

Zoro had trained relentlessly for two years to become stronger, to never fail his captain again. It wasn't someone like Bob who was going to get in his way. He was just going to take a little nap and wait for the world to stop spinning before heading off to find his crew. They had probably gotten lost without him.

Zoro closed his tired eyes and the headache that was splitting his skull dulled for a moment. He just needed to sleep .

A second electric current went through him and Zoro could feel every single blood vessel bursting in shock. He convulsed violently, the rusty steel of his handcuffs digging into his skin, drawing blood. It took him longer to recover, resting his body weight against his chains, straining his shoulders almost to their limits, while he caught his breath.

(Zoro was used to the crackle of electricity in the air and the sound of thunder. But it lacked the smell of earth after rain and tangerines, the clink of gold bracelets and coins.)

When he raised his head (he only bowed his head to one man), Bob was grinning viciously. The blood on his jaw could have made him look menacing, but it only made him look like a child playing in the paint.

"I didn't think the chip would activate so soon," Bob sneered. "But let me introduce you to the new marvel of the Navy's science department. Whenever you're about to fall asleep, the chip in your neck will send an electric current through your body to keep you awake.”

Zoro twisted his neck, realizing that the dull bite in his neck wasn’t from the needle they’d used to drug him, but from a small silver metal chip.

Bob placed a finger against his cheek, pretending to think.

“A human being can go what… seventy-two hours without sleep? Pray that the Impel Down unit arrives before your hallucinations start talking to you. Or don’t. It’s your choice where you die.”

Zoro tugged fiercely at his chains and Bob looked frightened for a moment as pieces of the wall crumbled. But the wall and the chains stayed in place. Bob sighed in relief (bad idea, never show a predator that you’re afraid) and even allowed himself a small, strangled laugh.

“Enjoy your stay here, Roronoa. It’ll be your last.”

Zoro spat on Bob's freshly polished boots. "Run while you still can. You'll regret not killing me when you had the chance."

Face contorted with anger, Bob kicked him in the chin, his teeth clashing violently. He grabbed Zoro by the hair, forcing him to look up at a small remote control.

"I forgot, but luckily you seem very eager to get electrocuted, the chip can also be controlled remotely. If I were you, I'd start thinking about my attitude," Bob whispered, out of Zoro's range. He had learned his lesson at least. "You can start by apologizing."

"I'm sorry," Zoro began slowly, "that your mother abandoned you at birth. But I understand her, I wouldn't have stayed either."

The reaction was immediate, and damn if it didn't hurt a little—his vision went white and he practically choked on his tongue—but Zoro laughed as Bob walked out of the cell, still shaking with spasms.

Worth it.

For now, Zoro isn't suffering too much (from his point of view) and is more of a general nuisance than anything else but that will change as the sleepless hours progress. And speaking of which, go to sleep or take a nap, it'll do you good!

TW sleep deprivation, derealisation, depersonalisation, hallucinations, suicidal thoughts

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Can we talk about the effects of spending all of your formative years dealing with chronic pain? About what comes with it besides "just" the pain?

I used to routinely go days without sleeping. And I don't mean the way some people say they "didn't sleep at all last night" when actually they did sleep 2 hours. I mean no sleep at all for 3-4 ish days, I'm not sure bc my memories from that time are fuzzy (wonder why). The pain kept me up night after night. And it wasn't until the overwhelming urge to sleep finally won over the pain that I would be able to sleep.

Do you know what happens when you go without sleep for too long?

At first, you're just more tired than usual, it gets harder to concentrate, you get snappy easier. Then it'll feel like everything is too loud or slightly shushed like you're in a bubble, it's hard to focus your eyes properly, the ground and the walls get squiggly. Obviously, the pain you already have gets exponentially worse but also different, heavier.

If you are awake still, you'll start to have micro sleeps. That's when your brain shuts down briefly for a micro second while you're awake bc it fucking needs to sleep. Time feels weird, stretching and shrinking in on itself. It won't feel real. You won't feel real. You'll forget basic shit like your own name.

It varies from person to person how long you have to go without sleep before the visual and auditory hallucinations start. But if you're awake for long enough, they will start. Whispers of your name when you're alone, songs playing when there's no music on, shadow people in your peripheral vision.

Maybe you'll think about killing yourself just to make it stop. Maybe you don't even think killing yourself would mean death, but instead you belive you'll wake up and everything will be back to normal. Your ability to reason, to think logically will twist.

Eventually, the urge to sleep will be greater than the pain and finally you will get to rest.

I understand all too well why sleep deprivation is used as torture.

In what universe does experiencing this countless of times when you're a literal teenager not affect you when you're an adult. Even when it doesn't happen anymore bc of semi proper pain management and meds to sleep. It haunts me. Still.

Cisco : Finally, after 40 hours awake I understood the formula!

Caitlin : You were awake for 40 hours?! Cisco, that ain't healthy.

Barry : No it was 56 hours. I counted.

Cisco : No, see, the first 16 hours don't count because I would have been awake anyways.

Barry : Makes sense.

Caitlin : No the fuck it doesn't!

Caitlin : Wait a damn minute. What do you mean you counted? Barry? How long have you been awake?

Barry awake for 62 hours : this ain't about me.

Caitlin awake for 72 hours : GO TO BED!

I want to read about characters I've created but the source material doesn't exist because of the lack of a proper story for the characters but I also don't want to write it but also want to write it so it exists and I can read about and it just repeats over and over.

I have become obsessed with characters that don't truely exists yet outside of my brain and have no way to remedy it.

i just stayed up all night playing r.e.p.o. and i got only about 5 minutes of sleep last night and i am definitely not imagining things about those silly ass semibots and the monsters :D

Shower thoughts & random ass things about me:

-By dental standards, I have been an adult since I was 11

-got to love having joint problems and borderline scoliosis that I can negate for the sake of hide & seek to hide in a CLOTHING DRYER!

-my friends find it terrifying that I can make my movements completely silent at a moments notice, even when wearing a backpack or something like that

-I’m 5’11” (still growing) but I look 5’6” bc I’m almost always hunched over, and it’s funny how when I stand up straight I’m suddenly so much taller

-my first and only ever special interest/autistic obsession has been Pokémon since I discovered it as a neglected 4 year old needing dopamine

-I’m very dexterous and sleight of hand, and I would steal things as a small child. The only thing that kept me from shoplifting all the time was feeling guilty and returning the items that no one even realized were missing.

-I act legitimately drunk when sleep deprived; slurred words, bad coordination, really giggly, slow reactions, etc

-I’m basically addicted to the color purple, I get a dopamine rush anytime I see a thing that’s purple. I literally say ‘OoOO Purple :D’ whenever I see it

-my trauma started at 4 years old (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

-The only straight thing about me is…I legitimately can’t think of anything, IVE TRIED FOR 5 MINUTES TO THINK OF SOMETHING STRAIGHT ABOUT ME-

-OMAHGAWD- THE ONLY STRAIGHT THING ABOUT ME IS THE LINES I DRAW IN ART PIECES THAT NEED TO BE STRAIGHT

-My vocal chords are so flexible that I can mimic people’s voices, which my friends find both very cool and very terrifying

That’s all for now, bye bye :3

Hmm, I should probably sleep; but will I inevitably end up just scrolling through tumblr instead? Probably.

Just when they’re finally about to rest, sleep-deprived Character B gets called to duty.

GUESS WHO FORGOT TO SLEEP AND IS NOW GONNA BE SLEEP DEPRIVED ON MY FIRST DAY OF WORK (it's uh it's me...)

Some Christmas art annnddd I posted my AU for gravity falls! Go read it I've got the prologue and chapter one posted right now!!

(I posted it a lil early too. It's almost 1AM).

Stanley has six fingers instead of Ford!

i am pretty much chronically sleep deprived. (college+insomnia+poor life choices.) today i dropped at around ten in the morning from sheer exhaustion. woke up around eleven in the evening, and i have so. much. energy.

it's like a sugar high, a caffeine high, and maybe a bit of an adrenaline rush all mixed together. and it's still going.

i have showered, washed my sheets, cleaned up my side of the room, have another load of laundry going, i'm considering starting a paper that's not due for a month, i cannot stop smiling!?!?! i am in the kind of cheerful, happy-go-lucky mood that i can't remember experiencing before high school. i am alone (unless you count my sleeping roommate) and perfectly content to work in the dim light from my desk lamp, i'm in comfy clothes but not sleepy, i'm not cold or maudlin or homesick or anxious

IS THIS HOW NORMAL PEOPLE FEEL ALL THE TIME?!?!?!?!?!?!?

tldr, I AM ON A SLEEP HIGH

I feel like I deserve either a medal or a smack upside the head.

I just wrote a essay in half an hour, without having prepped any notes or made any outlines or drafts, and having slept a single-digit number of hours with the past 72. An essay where we were given two paragraphs of source material in another language to base our analysis off of. I just wore an essay, and a vaguely-intelligent sounding one at that, on the educational methods of the Druids at the time of the Gallic wars and Caesar’s interpretations thereof.

See, people who kidnapped Spider-man typically ran up against a problem, eventually- how do you keep him down?

The thing that far too many people know about Spider-man is that he heals fast. Like, really fast. Videos of him taking hits that kill a normal person are everywhere on the internet. Even when he gets hurt, hurt bad, he’s back in the suit within a week. He can take a hit and he can hit back. His well-documented super-strength quickly rends most restraints to shattered pieces. So how do you keep him off his game? How do you keep him?

There’s one thing that everyone needs- mutant, enhanced, basic bitch human- and that’s sleep.