I feel for those of you cannot get out bed, i really do. My form of this does not appear to be as physically debilitatting as some others but I will tell you that the form I have is mentally exhausting. I don't know if you have gone (literally) 5 nights with (litterally) no sleep. It is the most I have ever gone in one episode but it was a life changing event. I lost 12 pounds across the 1st three days (and nights) with alternating sweats and chills, nausea, dizziness and fog head. The 1st couple of days without sleep are not so bad. But by day/night 3 it starts to unravel. Your whole ability to think becomes compromised and the voices in your head begin to turn into a roar forcing you to question everything you know to be true. By night 4, you are on your knees begging for mercy and wondering why you have become fearful to even try and sleep. You begin to google everything known to man about sleep and become obsesssed with the concept and the science. By night 5, your body is so out of sync it is hard to do anything physical and your emotions have gone bezerk. You question "Am I crazy? Will anyone believe me?" as you cry one moment and laugh the next, all the while wondering if this is real, is it going to continue? What can I do to control it? Why is the adrenaline surging through my body like this? Am I a freak? Meanwhile you have no appetite or desire to do anything. Your spouse and kids begin to think of you as 1 beer short of a six pack and "how am I going to get to work tomorrow and function?" The doctors want to prescribe you xanax, or klonopin, or some other hypnotic that you know will just lead to tolerance and more of the same. Finally you get down on your knees and pray when the Lord reminds you that he loves you and all will be ok.. Yes when you reach that level of sanity - meaining you know the docs can do little for you, nor your family, nor the drugs and there is nowhere else to turn, all of a sudden your perspective changes and you fight back, you change the way you think. You repent the mind and the body does indeed follow (in some instances immediately and in other instances slowly). For me, my body has been following me slowly over the past two years in which I have slowly disciplined the body to listen to my spirit. And of course my spirit is strong and my body is weak and I continue to fear nights without sleep (I never want to go back that close to the edge) but slowly, ever so slowly, my sleep hunts come back successfully and my body is now responding. Not thanks to the Docs (who are awesome, understand and try to help), and not due to the meds, as they only treat the symptoms, but due to my faith. I hope for things unseen and as I do, they become seen because I refuse to give up my Hope because I know this is the only path back to healh for me. I wish there was something I could do to help all of you, especially those that are bedridden and so weak you are unable to function normally. Perhaps the only thing I can do is give you my testimony above believe that speaking out loud my daily prayer or meditation is the only thing I can give credit to that has ultimately improved my health. So for me, just getting my head and heart straight through all this was the issue. I could not get out of bed in my episodes simply because I did not believe I could face the day and fight back. But my faith is strong now, and in turn my body has become stronger. Don't get me wrong, my doctors have been a huge help and they are absolutely necessary to me and my treatment. But without my focus on my faith and winnning the battle in my mind, I would have never sought out the doctors and I would never have gottne out of bed. I don't say any of this to criticize any one else's experience or situation. We are all different, and this is simply what I have experience. I pray that the Lord blesses you all and that he blesses me! I don't know that I will be able to run that far again tomorrow, but I believe I can, Lord willing, and I will try! Hope you all have a great day.