Donuts kind of day

Donuts kind of day

This morning I did an errand for my sister and then went to deal with my father. He wanted me to buy him his bread so I got that for him. I also had to pick up his prescription he neglected to pick up during the week. My ankle is just killing me. All I had to eat today was junk food, donuts in particular. My sister had these apple cider ones she got from some apple farm she went to over the weekend. They were scrumptious. I had one and half. I would have finished them off, but I didn’t want to be too greedy. So I bought some more donuts on the way home from my father. I think that is all I am going to eat today and fuck the consequences. I might have French bread pizza for supper, too. I really want a steak and cheese but I think I will have that tomorrow.

I don’t know why I am sort of just concentrating on one type of junk food today. I’m still depressed and still have no idea what I am going to do about therapy. I doubt I will be able to find someone in my area. And the idea of starting new after almost 15 years doesn’t appeal to me. It’s just so damn frustrating to deal with someone that has an anxiety disorder while trying to treat you. She is just so dense sometimes. It pisses me off. And the fact that I want to kill myself just sends her in an uproar every time. She doesn’t hear me after I tell her that. So then I am alone with my thoughts so why should I continue with therapy? Every therapist I have ever known doesn’t know how to deal with a suicidal person. They just think they should be in the hospital if they aren’t safe and that is that. Well the hospital doesn’t care anymore, either. I spent three weeks in the hospital last year and none of my issues were talked about or dealt with. Three damn weeks. Every time I did bring it up, they said we’ll deal with this tomorrow and left me there hanging. It just got frustrating after a while. The only people that really wanted to listen to you were the staff members and nurses. Some of them anyway. If you happened to get a good staff member, it was a good day. Got a staff that was so so or thought they knew everything, it was tough. I am just frustrated by the system.

I am very tired of trying to seek out help and just not getting it. I am at a “why bother” phase. I don’t know why I bother to try and continue with a therapist that talks too much all the time. Or why I see my psychiatrist who doesn’t have any new medicines to try me on because there is nothing more left to try. She listens to me and does offer support. I wish sometimes she could be my therapist but it doesn’t work that way. She is strictly meds and a little more. That is all. I wonder what it would be like just seeing my psych and not seeing a therapist. But I don’t think I can go just every two weeks without talking with someone. That is a long time to go without speaking to someone. I just don’t think I could do that.

I was talking with a long time friend last night about my laptop issues. He sent me to the Dell website with updates for my video drivers. I thought it worked as I was able to move the lid without video problems. But today when I turned on my laptop, it wouldn’t and when I moved the lid, the screen got all fuzzy. CRAP. Now I will have to take it to him or another computer place to deal with the issue. He thinks a wire is loose and is causing the problem. I wish I could just take the damn thing apart and fix it but I haven’t a clue what to do or how to do it. Maybe if this suicidal phase passes and I am still alive, I will deal. Until then, it’s moving the lid until the picture settles.

My father was very affectionate today, which is unusual. He never gave me a hug before in my adult life. Today he did. Weird. He also was very grateful that I do the things for him. Again, strange as I have been doing this for him for at least a year now and he never seemed to be grateful. It was just weird.