Category: Bipolar Disorder

Post 1802

by Midnight Demon, posted in Bipolar Disorder, blogging, depression, mood disorders

Post 1802

I am wicked mad right now. I thought I had a dentist appointment to fill my cavity and they switched it on me for tomorrow. I hope that I can talk then because I have my appointment with my therapist. I showered, brushed my teeth, took the meds to calm me down for nothing! Now I am kind of sleepy and am debating on going back to sleep or making coffee so I can wake up. I am so pissed.

I mailed the letter for the hospice group to thank them and also to appreciate all their efforts in caring for my father and us. If I am up to it later today, I will mail back something so I can get a refund. I have a transponder that I no longer use because I don’t have a car. I got a letter last weekend saying that because it has been inactive for three years, they want it back and in doing so, they will refund my money on my account.

I woke up in the wee hours of the morning, between 0200 and 0400. I was going to write a blog but I decided to tweet my thoughts. Here they are:

#Iamsickenedby the discrimination of the LGBTQ community. The call for blood and then they turn away gay men. Just sickens me. I thought the agency that controls blood donations was going to lift the ban so gay men could donate. But as usual, it was just all talk. now there is a real need for blood and the very men that would like to donate are being turned away. It’s just upsetting to me. The whole thing has set off my psychosis. I feel like calling the investigators to see if the gunmen had parasites in their brains. That is my delusion, that there is something controlling these extremists to make them act the way they do. Just like the Goa’Uld. The Goa’Uld want power and stuff because they infect humans with their parasite at the brain stem. They do nasty stuff to people who don’t listen to what they say or go with their creed. Sound familiar?

I got no responses at the hour I posted all this stuff. I wasn’t expecting a response. I still feel like now the extremist have invaded the US and now we are no longer safe. These parasites want power to kill people in anyway they can. I am frightened. I don’t need meds to calm me down or think differently. The parasites are aliens that have taken over these radical people. It can infect anyone. They play it cool and act “normal” so they are not detected. I should be suicidal at these men and women that have come to the US or are born here to destroy and terrorize this country. They are calling this the “largest massacre in the US”. That isn’t true. The largest massacre in the US was at Wounded Knee where around 300 Lakota men, women, and children were murdered. They were killed as a form of genocide. I need to get the book about the Wounded Knee because I think it’s important to learn American history. They weren’t killed by alien parasites. They were killed by US soldiers.

But getting back to the alien parasites that are all over the world now and doing bad things and killing a lot of people. I find it sad and disheartening that these aliens have been going on for so long now. I don’t think it’s going to end unless they are all killed dead. I will be sad to see them wiped out but it’s the only way for the people to survive.

Despicable

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

Despicable

Last night before bed, I found out there was a shooting at an Orlando night club. At that time, there were 20 dead. Now I hear that the number has risen to 50, with 50 more injured. The news is calling it a Radical Islamic attack. Just what I need for my psychosis to get worse. I feel sad and sickened at the same time. People are calling for more gun control while the NRA does nothing. I don’t know when a group of idiots can’t see the bigger picture. Using an assault rifle for killing people other than what it was intended for (hunting and protecting the home, is what I heard). In my opinion, people do not need an assault rifle to protect themselves. They shouldn’t need one in the home when a handgun can do the same damage. I am not for or against guns. Yes, people have the right to bear arms and I understand that. It is written in the constitution. But what did all those people in the night club do to deserve their deaths? In truth they were the hunted because of hate. My thoughts go out to the families of the victims and the first responders. That is all I am going to say on the matter.

I have been sleeping since I finished breakfast this morning. I didn’t have anything to do today so I decided to sleep. I wish I was still sleeping because then maybe I wouldn’t wake up to the awful news.

I am being sieged by voices again. The delusions have crept up too. I think I am going to take an extra abilify tonight to gain some control. I need something as the trilafon is not doing anything.

I went to BPD chat. It helped being around others that were struggling with stuff just like me, well not the psychosis part but the depression part. Tonight’s topic was strengths and I had a hard time trying to find what mine were. I would say writing but I always say that. It seem like I have nothing else. I think I am going to bring this up with my therapist on Tuesday. Maybe she can bring some light on the situation.

I still haven’t made any attempt to contact the grief counselor. I think I am going to try emailing her and seeing if that will work. It’s just that this has become so complicated because of the psychosis, I think she might just say stick it out with my therapist and psychiatrist. I know that this is my fears talking. I really didn’t think I would need to speak to a grief counselor as I have a therapist but things are not getting better in therapy and I am so tired of talking about my father with her. I feel like it’s been going on for months and months. I want to stop talking about it yet everything in my life was centered around him as well. We were at his beck and call. It was always how high to jump. It was always about him. I am tired of talking about him.

Moving on…The Red Sox lost, again. They were tied for first but I don’t know what the score of the O’s game is to see if they are still tied. My Jays Twitter fan hasn’t posted things today. My timeline has been filled with stuff from the Orlando shooting so he might have posted and I just missed it because it was buried. I will check the scores later. I am not in the mood to find out right this second.

I filled my pill box and in doing so, I took an Abilify to quiet the noise in my head. My psych would flip if she knew so she is not getting this blog. I usually share one or two blogs with her per week. Last week I sent a lot of blogs/emails to her as I was having a hard time and things were going on. I need to shower today. I helped my mother put away the groceries today as she wasn’t feeling well. She bought a lot of stuff and I got sweaty as the temp and humidity went up. It’s a little cooler now that the wind has picked up. I really just need to change to men’s underwear as my menses have stopped, finally. I noted when I stopped the pill this time so I would know how long in between packs I will get my menses. I hope I am good for at least the next four months.

Post 1800

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

Post 1800

I just woke up from a three hour nap. It wasn’t planned but I was just so tired. Now it’s close to midnight and I can’t seem to go back to sleep. I keep thinking about the ex that wrote to me. There was no return address so I have no idea where she is living. The post mark is Boston but that doesn’t mean anything. The Boston zip code was cut off so I don’t know what part of Boston she mailed the card. Just when I thought my life couldn’t get more complicated, she shows up in my life. I hope I don’t hear from her again.

My psych called me back. She thinks I have a low level psychosis going on. She isn’t too worried about it. She think it will pass with time. I forgot to tell her I need a refill of trilafon. She doesn’t want me to take more than 4 mg/day. That is fine. I really don’t think I will need to take more unless I am really in a bad spot. But I will call her first. I took my meds early tonight, which is why I was so sleepy. I wanted to take the abilify so I could get some relief from the voices. I told my psych that it’s like static in my brain right now, like they are just mumbling and I can’t make out what they are saying. She says to try and listen to music and take the trilafon. Also to page her if things get worse. I see her on Friday. She was appreciative of me calling her. I only call her when I need to, outside our scheduled appointments. She is good about it. She knows I am having a hard time with the loss of my father.

My psych thinks that things are harder for me because I essentially have mental illness. It would be difficult for anyone losing a parent but with me, it’s harder because I have the depression and psychosis. She thinks it will pass with time. I hope it’s fast because I don’t like being psychotic. It scares me, especially when the voices want me to take more medication than I need to. Like tonight I had to take some Neurontin. I took two pills and the voices were like “take 4”. I didn’t need four pills. I am not in that much pain. I just needed at least 600 mg (2 300 mg capsules). I always feel like every decision I make needs to be “cleared” by the voices before I take action. It’s so annoying. Usually I ignore it but lately that has been very difficult. They are just harping on me left and right.

Saturday Blog 53

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

Saturday Blog 53

I got a sympathy card today. What is odd is that it’s from my ex that I haven’t spoken to in more than ten years. I have no idea how she got my addressed or changed my name as it was addressed to my current name. If she is reading this blog, that would explain some things but not all. Just creepy if she is keeping tabs on me after all this time.

I made coffee today. I was trying to enjoy it by reading my Dostoevsky book but my mother needed me to clean the bathroom drain. Yea, that was fun. I nearly gagged when I seen what was under the strainer. It was pretty gross. Of course, I have no idea when the last time it was cleaned. Probably never. The hard part was putting the damn screws back in the drain cover. Things wouldn’t go in flush like they did before. I didn’t want to strip the screw so I just left it as is. My brother in law can sort it out. My leg nearly gave way from crouching down. Then when I got in a kneeling position, my calf cramped. I said fuck it and gave up.

I still have my stupid menses. I am hoping tomorrow I can go back to mens underwear because wearing female underwear really irritates me in more ways than one. I just find it very uncomfortable as I am not used to wearing them. I think I would kill myself just for that reason alone.

The voices are still active so I paged my psychiatrist. I wasn’t going to but I got static going on in my brain and I am almost out of trilafon. I have two pills left so I need to ration it. I don’t see her till Friday. I don’t know how long these breakthrough psychotic symptoms are going to be around. I am also feeling agitated for no reason. Maybe the Zoloft is causing some of this but I think it’s more of a reaction to the grief that I am feeling. That coupled with the flashbacks I had earlier this week and I am on a fucking roll. I just hope my psych doesn’t want me to go to the ER. I would be stuck as there are no buses to the Square today or tomorrow and I don’t want to ask my sister for a ride to the hospital. I really don’t want to be hospitalized anyway. The most they are going to do is drug me up so I don’t feel anything. I can do that at home. I just need more trilafon to make it happen. The only down side to this is I won’t be able to read like I was hoping to because trilafon messes with my thinking. It kills ALL the voices including my reading voice. Without this voice, the words in the book are just words without meaning. I might as well just be reading a dictionary or something. It’s hard to explain. There just isn’t a narrative going on that gives me insight into what I am reading. I can read the words but they are just words on a page. It is boring and dull without the voice reading to me. It’s been that way all my life having this voice. It is male even if the author of the book is female, though come to think of it, I mostly read male authors so that might be why.

If my psych calls me, I will tell her I need a refill of the trilafon. I know she doesn’t want me to take it with the abilify but I need something with these breakthrough symptoms. I am very careful not to take too much. Hell, the script I have is more than a year old so that should give you some idea on how much I use it. And it was for 30 pills. I have two left. I thought I had more than that but I don’t. I could use the Ativan to calm down the agitation but Ativan wouldn’t help the static going on in my head. I have a shit load of voices talking all at once. It’s like a radio going on in my head at a party where you hear the murmurs of people talking but can’t quite make out what the hell they are saying. It’s hard to think with all the noise. I was listening to my music through headphones and that helped a little bit.

I had lunch with my youngest sister today. She made burgers, raviolis, and fries. It was really good. She cooked the burgers on the grill despite the rain. I love grilled burgers. They just taste so much better than fried. We didn’t talk like I was hoping to because my brother in law was doing paperwork in the kitchen. I just ate, showed her the letter I wrote for the hospice group and left. She said the letter was fine. My other sister thought so too, though she was wondering who I was sending it to. Sometimes she isn’t all there.

I was going to go to Walgreens today but decided not to. My ankles were really hurting me last night and I must have gone up and down the stairs a million times today. I am just going to spend the rest of the time on my laptop keeping track of the Sox game. They were leading 4-0 but the Twins tied the game. Our rookie pitcher gave up the lead. I am not too happy right now.