I stared at the screen, barely able to breathe. There was no one in the house. No one except me.<\/p>\n
I remembered none of it. Not the steps, not the movements, not the mess. All those nights, all that fear, all those sounds \u2014 it was me. My sleepwalking. My nighttime self, which I had never known existed.<\/p>\n
And the scariest part wasn\u2019t that someone had been walking through my house. The scariest part was that this \u201csomeone\u201d had been me all along \u2014 and that now I face a long journey of treatment.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I stared at the screen, barely able to breathe. There was no one in the house. No one except me. I remembered none of it. Not the steps, not the movements, not the mess. All those nights, all that fear, all those sounds \u2014 it was me. My sleepwalking. My nighttime self, which I had…<\/p>\n