Category: blogging

moment in time

by Midnight Demon, posted in blogging, chronic physical pain, depression, mood disorders, psychache, suicide

I had an appointment with my father today. It went well though we were waiting a very long time to be seen. I hate it when docs run late. Just want to walk out.

I was able to get an appointment with my therapist today. I have mixed feelings about it. But seeing as last night things kind of got crazy, I think it is for the best. I don’t know where this depression is going. I know I have been writing more about it lately and that is helping me but it also is worrying me that I might end up back in the hospital.

Since I am working with my old laptop, I have decided that I not going to work on my manuscript until the newer laptop is fixed. I don’t have the brain power to work on it anyways. I thought I would be able to do a little bit today but I just can’t. Things are just not making sense to me. And the notes that I wrote up on the previous copy I had, I can’t read my fricken notes. It is in my handwriting, but it’s so scribbled that I can’t read it. MAN, I hate that.

Last night in the morning hours I apparently dissociated when I wrote “Tell Tale Heart”. I am not sure what happened. Last thing I remember is writing the title and everything after that is lost. I think I went to bed afterwards because I remember my mother waking me up because she went downstairs around 0330. I emailed my pdoc about it. Have not heard from her nor do I expect to. She can’t really do anything for me. I talked to my therapist about it because I totally had no recollection of writing this blog. Not even reading it over do I remember it. It is dark and something Mr. Hyde would write, my alter. I am kind of upset by this. I am going to bed early tonight. There is no baseball game that I really want to see as the Sox are off. I am feeling strangely disconnected. Maybe it is because I am tired. I don’t know. I am not in a lot of pain today even though I ran around taking my father to his doctor’s appointment. The coffee I drank did nothing to really wake me up. All noises annoyed me. I just wanted to be back home and in bed. Maybe tomorrow I will just hang out in bed and sleep all day as I have decided to put the manuscript off, for now.

My therapist thinks I am also dissociating with my pain as I am not really feeling it. But I think it is more compartmentalizing than actual dissociation. I don’t lose time like I do when I dissociate. I just put the pain off on the back burners. I have an extremely high pain tolerance so it takes me a while to get in touch with my pain. But if it is being a brat, then I am in trouble and can’t put it in a box so to speak. But me writing that blog…that was pure madness. I was seriously suicidal. It is a good thing I don’t act on it. I had to check my pill counts to make sure I didn’t take more than I thought I did, and I didn’t. I have no new cuts on me or other evidence of self-harm. I just have this blog that got written while I was sleep deprived and no memory of having written it. My therapist liked it. It described accurately how I was feeling at that moment in time. I am just sorry that I worried a friend.

need for affiliation

by Midnight Demon, posted in blogging, chronic physical pain, depression, mood disorders, psychache, suicide

Been in a terrible mood today. I am glad my therapist doesn’t get all pissy and aggravated with me when I tell her that I am having a bad day and go away. Actually the more I tell her to go away, the more she sticks around and wants more sessions. I am glad today is that last of it and she didn’t volunteer to be seen tomorrow. I wouldn’t have been able to handle it. Already saw her twice this week and today I barely got by. I just am in a deep rut and though therapy usually helps, it sometimes make things worse when all you want to do is put the covers over your head.

I went out today. I walked a lot too. I know I am probably going to pay for it but I don’t care. I wanted a roast beef sandwich from Kelly’s and seeing as I am carless, I had no choice but to walk. I thought about taking a cab but I didn’t feel like paying $20 or more for the ride.

In therapy we talked about my manuscript. I don’t know when that got to be part of the therapeutic conversation. I just look at the binder I have it in and want to trash it or burn it. It just seems like a daunting task to me to edit this monster of pages. A fellow blogger has offered to read it but I don’t know if I am ready for anybody to read it except me, though I have no intentions to right now. I have to move stuff around and add some stuff. I think I am going to add a few blogs here and there as chapters. I know my Knackered blog is going in as a chapter. I did a stat summary and it is my most popular blog, with over 700 views alone. I also think that I am going to have the blog post the other night as a chapter, though I think I will delete the part of killing myself. I just don’t get how this book is going to be helpful to people when I am just telling them my darkest thoughts. It’s not a hopeful book, other than I wrote it and I am still struggling with these thoughts. I know my blog helps some people, and I wish they would comment or something. Hitting “like” is just not a real good indicator. Do they like the fact that I am telling people I have thoughts of death or do they understand the struggle or are they just sick and get off with me feeling this way? I never know. Some fellow bloggers or strangers do leave good comments but they are far and few in between. It’s not like I am looking for comments on all my work, but a few now and then would help. I guess you can say that I have the need for affiliation.

I am really tired and don’t know if I will be able to watch the game tonight. I asked my sister if I could borrow the car tonight to drop off my baby at FedEx. My shoulders were hurting me today otherwise I would have dragged the package with me as I was near there today. I think I slept wrong but don’t understand why BOTH shoulders are hurting. I know my neck muscles are wicked tight and not matter how much I stretch I can’t get the kinks out. I am rooting for two teams tonight, Indians and of course my Sox. The Indians need a win tonight because then the Snankees will be eliminated from playoff contention. If the Sox win, which I hope they will, they will have home field advantage. Unfortunately, they lost last night so they will not have 100 wins this season. I am kind of upset by this. I was so sure they were going to have the 100 mark. But I will take 98. The last three games are going to be tough because we are playing the Orioles. They are also in the playoff berth. The ALDS is going to be interesting!!

rambling 50

by Midnight Demon, posted in blogging, chronic physical pain, depression

I have not done much today except to go to Walgreens to pick up a prescription. I have slept most of the day. I am trying to convince myself to take a shower but not sure if my ankle is going to cooperate.

I am very happy that the Sox are now the American League East Division champions. It was awesome watching them play last night and celebrate afterwards. We still have a while to go before the playoffs start but it’s nice to know we clinched the division. There are eight more games in the regular season. They just need six games to win to make 100 wins overall.

I got a tremendous headache today. It is hard for me to think. I am so tired, even though I just woke up from a nap. I needed to rest today because my ankle just wasn’t going to have it any other way. Even with me icing it last night it was still painful.

I am still feeling depressed and a little suicidal. I swear I am never not going to feel suicidal. I came across a blog last night that I thought was very idiotic about suicide. This person really got me going. I thought about purchasing her book just so I could harshly review it but thought better of it and didn’t. I commented on the blog and am waiting for “moderation”. So far I have not had any response, nor do I expect there to be. I like to think of myself as an expert in suicide because I have read extensively on the subject as well as written about it and suffer from it. This woman supposedly does as well but thinks there are neural pathways that cause us to think that way. I never heard of anything like it and I guess if it’s not related to Shneidman or Jobes, it’s all whacked out stuff. I am biased to those that are actually in the field of suicidology and to the researchers that I have read over and over or come across over and over. I don’t know what she is basing her theory on but I have a feeling it is hogwash.

Well baseball game is going to start and I think I want to take a shower before I lose all interest in it all together.

quick post

by Midnight Demon, posted in blogging

Today I got my new laptop back. It is all fixed up and I didn’t lose any data. All my settings were the same, except now I get a pop up of some kind of Dell monitor thing that I can’t seem to get rid of but goes away on its own. I won’t mess with it if it doesn’t mess with me.

I am getting close to reaching my 150 page goal by the 20th of this month. My writing friend suggests that I save it in six different places and then don’t touch it for a while before editing it. Then print it after I edit it. But the trouble is that I can’t edit on a computer screen, never have been able to. I need the old paper and red pen technique. So I plan on going to Staples or office depot to print it out for me as I think that will be cheaper than going to FedEx as I don’t have a working printer at home to do it.

I talked with my therapist today about what I was writing about the consultant. I don’t remember much about what we talked about so she was trying to help me remember.

I thought I would be able to write more today but I am just too tired. I took a lot of pain meds yesterday because I was in a great deal of pain and I think I am still hung over from it. Plus I have not had a chance to sleep late and I slept so horribly last night.