Author: Midnight Demon

Just tired

I didn’t sleep well again last night so I have been in bed for most of the day today. I only got up to have a cup of coffee and to use the bathroom. I feel really blah and tired. I haven’t made an effort to have something to eat. I am not really hungry. I have been up since 4 am and I just went out to get my prescriptions. It was a quick trip as I made the return bus home.

I ordered groceries to be delivered today. They should come in the middle of the afternoon. I ordered stuff to make my chicken wings. I make this sticky chicken wing recipe that is out of this world. I still haven’t had a meal in a day and a half. I just had coffee and some cookies with it. I just am not hungry. I have food in the house so that isn’t the issue. I still have my frozen dinners and black bean burgers. Maybe I will make a burger for lunch. I just had an Ensure last night to take with the pill I need 350 cals for.

I am going to try and write up the page I wrote in the hospital that started my book. I don’t think it will be close to 500 words. I had written one thing in a notebook and then while transferring it to another notebook so the nurse could read it, changed everything and added more shit. There is a ton of stuff I could write on and expand on.

I am still waiting for my ID. I should get word about my birth certificate maybe next week. That will start off the New Year on a good start even though it will be hard with my mother’s diagnosis and her recovery from hip surgery. She was able to walk further today in PT. She might come home tomorrow.

My heart rate has been high today. I came up the stairs and my heart was racing. My pulse was 157. After I came home and up the stairs it went down to 122. I can tell it is still beating fast. PT should be awesome trying to do cardio. The treadmill or the bike is going to be a challenge. Just hope the PT doesn’t freak out too much about it. My BP is good today and my pulse is now 93. I am happy it is coming down.

I have no appetite and I am worried my depression is getting worse. It is one of the signs that is worrisome to me. Add in the exhaustion and no motivation and you got a depressive episode that is rearing its ugly head. I have Ensure that I could drink so I can have some calories. I have been drinking Gatorade so I am keeping up with fluids.

I need to take a shower. I bought one of those loofah balls so that I can use my shower gel. I had bought one before but I don’t know what my sister did with it when she cleaned the shower. I am currently washing towels as the hamper was overflowing with them. There wasn’t that much clothes after you took the towels out but enough for a load. I need to shave my head today so maybe I will shower before the groceries get here.

Christmas Day 2022

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate, ya filthy animals.

I am having a down day. I saw my mother in the hospital. She was ok until she ate and then she got sick. I had to leave the room as I couldn’t handle the sick. It is one of two things I cannot stand, vomit and respiratory fluids. I just gag. She was resting after she threw up so my sisters and I left. It was hard watching her like this. We don’t know what we are going to do when she is well enough to come home. My sister doesn’t want her to go to a rehab place. I don’t either but I know it will be hard to have her at home as she needs 24/7 care now and who knows what kind of care/rehab she will need for her hip. I am just concerned with her falling at home.

My mood is pretty dark. I don’t want to have dinner with my family but I have to make an appearance. I didn’t sleep last night. I kept thinking about my mother’s situation. I even dreamt about it when I did sleep. I was also up a few times having to use the bathroom. I guess all the water I drank decided to come out in the wee hours of the night, no pun intended.

I feel like I am falling back into a deep depression but I am not suicidal. I am just really depressed and don’t want to do anything but lay in bed. Christmas is not my favorite holiday. Every year is hard for me. I miss my aunts and uncles. I miss spending time with my cousins. It really is just a kids holiday, not made for adults. I don’t have all the physical symptoms of depression as I still have my appetite. I am not eating three meals a day but I am eating something each day. I just feel run down all the time. I have no energy. No motivation. My muscles ache and spasm for no reason. I just think being in the hospital is probably where I should be but I am too highly functional. I can still read without a problem, though I really haven’t touched my history book in over a week.

I had told my therapist before she went on vacation that I would work on my book. I plan on writing another memoir that is focused on being trans. I have no idea what to call it yet or how to structure it. But I know I want to write it. I got ideas about it and I think it will be important to write about how difficult it is to get gender affirming care, even if you are associated with a transgender clinic. It is a big step to go through and to ask for the care that you need, not to mention going through with surgery. Going on hormones was a big decision for me and took years for me to make. It wasn’t until after my father died that I decided to move forward with my transition. It wasn’t easy as I still had to deal with my mother, who I thought would be on board with this but is not. I have so many avenues to write about.

The trouble with writing is starting. They say to write a page a day and before you know it you will have 365 pages done. I have had trouble with this. I know I can write my blog almost every day but there are some days where I can’t write because I am too tired or just don’t know what to say. Since coming home from the hospital, I have had trouble putting my emotions into words, something that I didn’t have before. I usually am able to express myself and if I am unable to do it online, I always have my journal. But there have been gaps in my journal as it has been hard for me to write. I started writing the other night and only wrote half a page. I just couldn’t get my thoughts out as to why I wasn’t sleeping. It has been so hard to write since my suicide attempt. I feel like I have lost my voice. Even writing about being depressed is difficult. The words I used to describe how I feel is lost to me. I just feel really down and dark, like there are black clouds over me. The best way to describe it is the song going down in flames by 3 doors down. That is all I kept thinking about while I was in the hospital, being in the abyss. I don’t know when I am going to be out of it. I know realistically it could be a year before I am back to my baseline depression. If I get out of it at all. They say I have bipolar II but I don’t believe that. I don’t get hypomanic. I just have a constant level of depression that is more consistent with recurrent major depression. I almost slipped into a catatonic state today while we were opening presents. I had to force myself to be present in the moment. My psychiatrist said that there is a chance of it recurring.

My license expired on my birthday. I cannot pick up my Ativan prescription because I don’t have a valid ID right now. I am waiting for the new ID to come in the mail. I hope to get it this week. It will be the “Real ID” whatever that means. I guess I will find out when it comes in.

Christmas Eve 2022

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate. I am really struggling. My mood is low and I am just in a precarious state. I am not suicidal but I could be in no time. I am trying not to think about it. I am trying to think of things I can do to make things better. I shaved my face and sides and back of my head. It feels good. The new razor sucks. I was not impressed with it. I had to go back to my trusty Mach3. The new Gillette labs just wasn’t doing it for me even though it had 5 blades.

I made myself an eggs and cheese with spinach meal. It was really good. I put way too much spinach but it was still good. I also put a lot of cheese in it. I loved it. I will make it again. Next time will be with toast.

I thought a lot about the Whitney Houston movie and her death. I couldn’t help but think it was a suicide even though her death was ruled “drug related accidental drowning”. I also thought about my own suicide attempt and how I was alive to see this movie of an artist I truly loved. She died when she was 48 years old. If I had died, I would have been 46. I still regret being alive. I am just so sad. I feel like a damn failure.

I had family dinner of shrimp scampi and scallops with bacon. It was good. I had a glass of wine that made me drunk. My sister got ricotta pie and it was out of this world. It was the best tasting pie I’ve had in a while. Then our neighbors came over and we had a good time laughing about shit. I had a good evening. I had to leave around 8 to take my meds. I had to do my med boxes for the week. I got to pick up a couple of prescriptions but I think the pharmacy won’t be open until Mon or Tues.