Known by a number of names - Clinophobia and Fear of Going to Bed being the most common - the problem often significantly impacts the quality of life. It can cause panic attacks and keep people apart from loved ones and business associates. Symptoms typically include shortness of breath, rapid breathing, irregular heartbeat, sweating, nausea, and overall feelings of dread, although everyone experiences clinophobia in their own way and may have different symptoms

To add insult to an already distressing condition, most clinophobia therapies take months or years and sometimes even require the patient to be exposed repeatedly to their fear. We believe that not only is this totally unnecessary, it will often make the condition worse. And it is particularly cruel as clinophobia can be eliminated with the right methods and just 24 hours of commitment by the phobic individual.

Like all fears and phobias, clinophobia is created by the unconscious mind as a protective mechanism. At some point in your past, there was likely an event linking going to bed and emotional trauma. Whilst the original catalyst may have been a real-life scare of some kind, the condition can also be triggered by myriad, benign events like movies, TV, or perhaps seeing someone else experience trauma.

But so long as the negative association is powerful enough, the unconscious mind thinks: "Ahh, this whole thing is very dangerous. How do I keep myself from getting in this kind of situation again? I know, I'll attach terrible feelings to going to bed, that way I'll steer clear in future and so be safe." Just like that clinophobia is born. Attaching emotions to situations is one of the primary ways that humans learn. Sometimes we just get the wiring wrong.

The actual phobia manifests itself in different ways. Some sufferers experience it almost all the time, others just in response to direct stimuli. Everyone has their own unique formula for when and how to feel bad.

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Welcome to my world. Sucks, but it….
Sucks, but…
Yeah, it sucks.

So whatever. I just had another night terror attack. This time, I thought it was for real. Curse them caffeine drinks.
Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. (beating faster) Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub lubdublubdublubdub.
No pulse. Repeat 3 times and rinse.

I should have that for my…—crap. I forgot what it’s called. Oh there. Thesis.
Can anyone tell me what causes—oh crap.

Additional symptom: loss of words.
There. Can anyone tell me what causes a bangungot? (That actually took me 6 minutes to think of that word)

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My schedule sucks. Please. This is the time you sympathize with me.
My classroom sucks. Darn it. I have to climb all the way to the fourth floor. Sounds easy, eh? No, no, no, no, no.
NO.
I literally cry my insides out, in pain shouting, “mommy help me.”
Exaggeration and pun intended.

Let’s have a little scenario, you see. I wake up, feeling all refreshed after shower, put make-up on (this the part where you say, “wtf, she did what?”) and ready myself to go to the never-ending stairs of terror. I eat breakfast first (which I now got used to) then I wait for it to digest then I went off to a journey.

You see, after that journey, almost 97% of the calories from my breakfast were already burned; almost 99% of the make-up on my face was already melted and was politely absorbed from my pores, the hair that I patiently fixed for almost 15 minutes were already like I just did for 5 seconds. Curse those 15-people-capacity elevators. OVERLOAD.

I finally moved to the second seat. Sweet.
Finally, I have two seatmates. And one of them has the same birthday as I am. That’s just so cool. It’s nice to have both a girl and a guy as my seatmates. Getting along was the not so unusual part of the plan but I think it’s working. They’re both nice. Too nice, as a matter of fact—which makes me look like this person with horns sticking out of my head.

My new class is pretty much…unexpected.
Never knew that we would click as a whole just like that. All thanks to the people who made it possible—no wait. That’s like…all of us. Uh. Yeah. Thanks to all. Hmm.
We get a lot of laughs in class. Everybody’s happy.

I have this monster laugh. That’s what I discovered about myself. All thanks to nowee, the secret laugh was unleashed...Huh? Unleashed?!
Level up! Pokémon, evolve! -kaloy