Category: Bipolar Disorder

Just writing with no purpose

by Midnight Demon, posted in Bipolar Disorder

Sorry I haven’t been writing past few days. I’ve been meaning to, just have been overwhelmed with my sister moving in and feeling crappy both physically and emotionally. I was hoping to continue writing but it is so hard right now.

I’ve literally been in bed all day. Haven’t left my room except to pee. Haven’t eaten anything but a protein bar. Kind of hungry now but don’t want to go downstairs and risk waking up my sis or nephew. Wish I had another protein bar. I am out.

My bad mood has really increased my thoughts and wanting to put my plan in motion. I stupidly told my psych I wasn’t going to see her this week because there is no point. Now she wants me to page her tomorrow to talk about it. Fuck. I am not happy about this. I really think this is a set up.

I am supposed to meet with the social worker next Monday. I might cancel that one. I don’t think she will give me too much trouble if I cancel. I still don’t know why I see her when there is nothing she can do right now for me. She is willing to be a support so that is something.

Android just rolled out it’s new OS (operating system) called PIE. I installed it on my other phone. It doesn’t seem that different but I have a lot more apps on this phone that. could get messed up. I really don’t want my Twitter app updated because the algorithm sucks ass. You know have every like and retweet on ALL the people you follow. And there is no linear posts either. So I might have a post that is 1 minute old and then next 2 days. I only updated it on other phone. I hate it. I just don’t want PIE to make me update.

Going to try and sleep again. Hopefully foot won’t be a bastard.

Drowning in pain and depression

by Midnight Demon, posted in Bipolar Disorder, blogging, Chronic pain, chronic physical pain, CRPS, depression, mood disorders, painsomnia, physical pain

Pain is really bad because i had to leave my house earlier than I would have liked. Both feet are swollen, left worse than right. I can’t deal. Least i had some of my Pad Thai, and by some I mean 5 bites. I was full. Psych thinks I should see my pcp because of the weight loss. Basically losing 5 lbs a week. Told her I am ok. When it is 30 lbs I will be worried 😜 (just have 15 more to go) also thinks I should see him for my flares. I don’t have the energy to. Previous docs have shot me down when I’ve told them every appt flares are worse and i am met with no change in meds or what to do. I’m done getting burned so i am staying away from the fire. Besides with my living situation changing, flares are going to be way more frequent from stress.

I told my psych I’ve been really suicidal. I’ve been trying to keep the demons at bay but pain is a huge trigger and add depression and it just fuels the fire. I’ve never been this down before, well I have. Just not so quickly. Three weeks is a short amount of time. My psych asked me if I could come in next week and I asked if I had to and she said yes. Great. I really don’t want to see anyone. I just feel hopeless about everything and I am overwhelmed with shit I have to do. My sister is driving me crazy because she is stressed out. Stress just causes me more pain. I had my 5th flare in a week last night. I have been going on 4 hours sleep, which I got in 2 hour increments.

I was very suicidal last night, the worst it has been in quite some time. I know I could have called my psych but I really didn’t want to be told to go to the hospital. I am done with going to hospitals, least the unit I was on. There isn’t any help anymore. I don’t have a therapist. Unfortunately I am still not mobile enough to be going. I am making some progress in PT but it is very slow. It has been two months I’ve been going and have been doing the exercises but on days I hurt, I can’t do them or on days like today where I had to fucking leave my house because my pedophile cousin came over with my aunt. His voice still gives me flashbacks and shit. I was out for about six hours. I knew I going to be hurting. I didn’t think I would swell though.

My voice is continuing to change. I had no voice when I got up around 10. Trying to communicate to my mother was a fucking pain in the ass. I literally had to write shit down to tell her stuff. When my aunt came over while I was in the shower, I was a little better but still hoarse. Even while talking to my psych I sounded froggy.

My hair is getting thicker. And omg, my hair on my head is growing faster than ever. I shaved it this morning and now I have a 5 o’clock shadow. Will be a buzz tomorrow. Yet my mustache takes forever to grow back. I shave it off last week because I got a big painful zit. It is growing back but not at the same pace.

I am really exhausted between pain and the depression. My sleep has gotten a little better with the melatonin but if I am in a flare, forget it. I just fight sleep.

I saw my pcp’s social worker yesterday afternoon. She can’t see me like a therapist but will cover me until I do find a therapist. She is easy going but I haven’t shared my suicidal demons with her. I really can’t. Last thing I need is for it to be in my record and then I am fucked. Any provider can read her notes. I am very careful about letting on how suicidal I am. I will tell my psych but that is it.

I had my grocery delivery yesterday. Powerade hasn’t done shit about their lot that is bad. I got 5 more bottles of the crap. Going to have to call again. I wanted to today but was rushed out of my house. I still need to get some as they only delivered 7 of the 30 I ordered. They also didn’t deliver my chicken patties for the second month in a row! Now I need to go to the grocery store to get the stuff. I am going to try and just buy the powerade at a little at a time because I can’t carry a huge load. 5 bottles is my limit on my rolling cart thing. I won’t go tomorrow but maybe Monday. I am sort of dreading it as my sis moves in Sunday. God only knows what it will be like living with her again.

Protected: When the cubic model of suicide is 5

by Midnight Demon, posted in Bipolar Disorder, blogging, Chronic pain, chronic physical pain, CRPS, depression, mental disorders, mental illness, mood disorders, painsomnia, physical pain, psychache, suicidality

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Foul mood continues

by Midnight Demon, posted in Bipolar Disorder, blogging, Chronic pain, chronic physical pain, CRPS, depression, mood disorders

Foul mood continues

I was in a really bad mood the past few days. Pain was at an all time high early in the evening last night, like around 5 pm. I was in so much pain I wanted to take my night meds and a melatonin just so I could sleep. But I didn’t fix my med boxes so I had to do that. I waited until the pain med took some points off before standing up again. Of course, that made the pain come back. After I did both boxes I relaxed a bit and was in complete misery.

I posted on Twitter something to the effect of how rotten and semi suicidal I was. A social worker that I befriended sent me a DM and we talked for a bit. I kind of unloaded on her and how I wasn’t seeing a therapist at the moment. She said she would try and help, if she could. She told me she was an attempt survivor so understands. I was careful not to reveal too much about my plan. We talked about my mood and stuff. She says a DBT or CBT therapist would be helpful as well as a DBT group. I have no idea if there are any around anymore. The local mental health service in my area had one but they moved or were taken over by a company, which I have been referred to. I am just waiting until I am a little bit more steady on my feet before calling as traveling there is a hike. I would have to take a bus to the station then a train then another bus to the place. This is in the city next to mine. There is a location in my city but I honestly have no idea how to get there as it is a few blocks behind a bus stop that can only be reached via the Square. I cannot walk the several blocks from my house to the end of the road to catch it so I would have to go to the Square to pick it up. I haven’t taken the bus since they closed the bridge. I wanted to go there today for a haircut but I woke up in pain so haven’t done anything today except pick up my prescriptions. One is still pending and another is too soon. I have no idea if it will be in stock at the new pharmacy that I detest right now. I was telling the girl at the old pharmacy that I was thinking of going to another chain and she jumped down my throat saying I couldn’t do that. I just looked at her like, are you kidding me? I can go where ever I want. Sorry.

My mother made hamburgers tonight and I hope my stomach doesn’t do flip flops later on tonight. It wasn’t really greasy so I don’t think it will, I hope so anyway. I had finished off the custard pie I made the other day. That was my Breakfast/lunch. I wanted to grab a few slices of pizza but my mother said she was making burgers. Maybe I will get them tomorrow. I need to go to stop and shop after PT to get some Powerade. I am out and only have half a bottle of Gatorade left. I won’t be able to get groceries until Thursday. My PT is not going to be happy I didn’t do my exercises all week. I just couldn’t between feeling down and recovering from back to back days of trying to clear out my office and going to PT. I was down for three days. Saturday I did a lot of standing clearing out more than a few drawers of stuff. I got to clear out this big box I have in my room. My black bins can go in that space. I will have to find another spot to throw my jeans and sweatpants for outside. I then have to clear out the space in front of my window so my file cabinet can go there. I think it can fit there but I am not sure. I have no idea where my bookcases will go. My mother wants me to keep my leather chair but I don’t. She won’t let me have it in the living room so why keep it? Then she says when the two rooms are built for my sister, I will have the room again. I don’t give a fuck anymore because I am not going to be around. So they can figure it all out when I am gone.