Every night, at the same time, the tranquility of their home was shattered by the piercing cries of his daughter. Her words, “No, it hurts!” echoed through the halls and seeped into the very fabric of their lives. It had been weeks of sleepless nights, with the father sitting on the edge of his daughter’s bed, whispering comforting words that did little to ease her distress. He felt helpless, but he knew he had to do something.
Desperation drove him to the internet, where he scrolled through countless articles on childhood nightmares and sleep disorders. Nothing seemed to fit. The next step was consulting doctors and therapists, yet all they could offer was the possibility of anxiety or perhaps some hidden trauma. Still, the little girl insisted she didn’t know why she was dreaming such terrible dreams.
