Swedish study

I just read about a Swedish study that said that depression and psychiatric conditions are major factors to suicide. DUH. But what was startling me more was that of the 18 suicide deaths in their study, all were diagnosed within a 13 week period, were seen by a health care professional (HCP), and my biggest question was WHY the hell weren’t they treated with follow up?? Other factors were being male, unemployed, and unmarried. Geez, I fit those criteria. So why am I not dead by suicide?? I am perplexed. Granted it has been more than 13 weeks since I was diagnosed with depression. But I do have the other factors. I have a spine condition, chronic pain, and other psychiatric disorder (I also suffer from psychosis). Why am I still alive?? I just don’t understand it. Now wonder why I am chronically suicidal. It all makes sense to me now. I am suicidal because statistically, I should be dead. I don’t think there will ever be a day when I am not suicidal.

finding care in the off hours

Last night I was in the throws of pain again. But my thoughts didn’t immediately turn to darkness Like they normally do. I wrote an email to my pdoc about what has transpired during the week and that I haven’t been faithful in taking the increase in my mood stabilizer for reasons beyond my control. Mostly because I have been driving and I don’t want to be drowsy behind the wheel. I also asked her if there was a hotline number she knew of to call in times of distress. She gave me one.

This all lead me to thinking maybe I should have a blog about this important issue…finding care during the off hours. For most people in therapy, when they are in distress after hours their and before their next session is to seek help in the local ER. This can be costly, as copays have more than doubled to deter such visits. But for mental health, there should be an exception made as there is really no other place to go while in distress. I understand that the cost is higher because care is more urgent and is most likely is trying to ward off unnecessary visits. But when you are in crisis, how can that be unnecessary? For the mental health field, there are no urgent care centers to go to in distress. It’s either you see your therapist or go to the ER (Emergency room). There is no in between. SO what are you supposed to do when you are somewhat distressed and cannot wait till your next visit with your therapist?

There are self-soothing measures. You take a bath/shower, read, journal, brush your hair for 100 strokes, eat something, etc. But when all is said and done, and you still feel terrible, then what? Most therapists have some kind of plan in place, or should be able to give you a hotline number such as Lifeline 1800-273-8255 (US only) or the national hotline number 1800-784-2433 (US only). I have tried calling the Lifeline hotline but have never been patient enough to wait to get transferred to someone. The other number I have not tried. There is also a text # 20121 and you text 121help. I don’t know where I got that number from but when I tried it the other day, it didn’t work. I never got connected to anyone, but that might be because of the hour.

There are chat groups, I am told, where you can discuss suicidal feelings and not be “punished/banned” or turned away. Unfortunately, I do not have that URL to share as I have not looked into that chat room. But when you are in distress, are you really going to google something??

There is something called a Crisis Response Plan that I sometimes use when I am in distress. UNfortnately, the last few times I have been in distress, all of the self-help went out the window and I didn’t use anything. I just ruminated about what I was going to do. It’s not perfect trying to save your life when you feel like ending it. I was not in the frame of mind to seek help.

Therapists think that a suicidal person always calls for help when in crisis and that simply is not true. Most clients become impulsive, wants to get rid of the negative feelings NOW and are in my experience, not likely to reach for help.

For me, writing has helped but not everyone has that option to them. I will blog my distress and might be fortunate to have a few bloggers comment to show support or to chat. But that doesn’t happen all the time. Most of the it’s hit or miss. My frequent blog readers might not be online at the time of my post and so not get it.

Sunday I participated in a chat that was for crisis intervention and I learned that there was a crisis text chat available. The intervention was either through chat or text message. I am going to looking into using this the next time I am in distress or when my mood goes south. It’s not always easy to think of these thing when your mind is thinking of ending your life. To use a DBT term, you just cannot tolerate the distress because it is unbearable.

I have been trying to identify when I am in distress so that I can reach out for help but it’s not so easy. The last few time I have used distraction or music to help me out of the intolerable feelings. I also will write in my blog or my journal but it seems like all bets are off if I am in intolerable physical pain. Chronic pain mixed in with getting my menses and dealing with it has been difficult this past two weeks. The waiting for pain medication to kick in is sometimes not fast enough to deal with mentally.

I wish there was some help I could have regarding physical pain and lethality but there are few pain specialists that deal with mental health issues and fewer still, psychologists that deal with pain issues. Even crisis help lines don’t know hot to deal with physical pain that is behind suicidal ideation. In a perfect world, you would like to see someone that is well rounded in chronic health issues and suicidality. Unfortunately, I don’t think they exist or they may just be too far and in between to help the greater good.

When I was being evaluated at my local pain clinic, I saw a pain psychologist. His job was to help me deal with pain. But he didn’t offer me an real advise the first time meeting him. I would have to set up a series of sessions with him but unfortunately this happened when I lost my car and he is too far out to see. If I saw him with public transportation, it would be a two hour commute, both ways.

The hardest part of being alone with your thoughts is that you are left to your own devices before the next session or when office hours are available. I wish there could be urgent care centers that are specific to mental health issues. Because not all crisis needs to result in a hospitalization. Sometimes just talking with an understanding person is the best treatment mental health professionals can provide.

Mr. Hyde and nerve pain

I have been thinking the past few days. Yes that has been the smoke that has been circulating in the air in Boston. Apparently on Tuesday in the throws of another pain episode I was barely aware of, I sent my therapist a text. It said that I cannot go on living like this, with this level of pain. I have no recollection of sending it. I knew I sent it because it is my phone but it sounded more of Mr. Hyde. I have been trying to wrap my head around Hyde. He likes to come around at various times and sometimes I can “catch him” and other time he alludes me. But I am cracking down on when he is likely to occur. When I am deeply hopeless, suicidal, and in severe physical pain. All three must be present for Hyde to emerge. The sucky part about this is my safety because Hyde want to die. I wasn’t in danger of dying, as far as I know, Tuesday but I could have. I just wanted to sleep, and fairly succeeded on doing that. I also have to be in a sleep state to bring Hyde out. He is more likely to show himself while I am overtired. Like I am now.

I just had zaps go through my foot. Just imagine the shock you get when you place your tongue on a 9 volt battery, minus the metallic taste and you have the zaps I get in my feet. Sometimes they are stronger than a 9 volt. And they jolt me awake, like tonight. I was ready to turn in but my PTSD symptoms (hypervigilance and anxiety) have taken over. It is going to take another Ativan to calm down. Hyde doesn’t like Ativan too much. It makes me really sleepy so I do sleep. It doesn’t cause me to do other weird stuff like Neurontin does. I know that I am not having another attack of CES and that things will be ok but in my head, I am “excited” and fearful of when the next zap is going to come. Usually if I stretch out my legs, it makes it worse. So I have to sit with my legs up so they don’t get zapped. And there is nothing I can take for it. The zaps come and go as they please. They don’t last long enough for me to take anything, but boy do they cause havoc!!

I am listening to Luke Bryan. He has some really good songs that I love listening to over and over again. He has that southern voice that I just love. It can be a fast song or a slow one and I just swoon over his voice. It’s not relaxing like Mary Chapin, but it will do.

I really need to go to bed soon. It’s after midnight and I need to be up at six. I need to take a shower and get ready to take my sister’s car. I will need a large coffee to help my mood. The good thing is that I don’t need to rush because I don’t have to pick up my father till 830. I then have to take him for a blood draw for his Coumadin test. He doesn’t know it yet but he will.

Well, I think the zaps have settled down some. I hope I get some sleep tonight. Or tomorrow is going to suck…

not a better day in sight

I didn’t write a blog yesterday. So I thought I would try and write two today. I was in a daze yesterday and it had nothing to do with drugs. I just was extremely tired so I slept all day. All I had to eat was some scrambled eggs that I made around three in the afternoon. Today I made the same thing. Seems I have moved away from making an egg sandwich to scrambled eggs.

Today I have been up since five. I have been trying to go back to sleep but have failed. I don’t have anything to do today except to pick up my sister’s car when it’s done at the mechanic’s shop. I supposed I will have to pick her up for work as well.

I had therapy today. I really just want to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be another early day as I have an appointment with my father again. I have to take him for testing. All this month, I have to take him to one appointment or another. I am just exhausted.

The other night I wrote about theories on suicide because I couldn’t sleep. I still have to type it up. Maybe if I do, it can be my second blog for the day. But I am not sure it is done. I have to work on it some more. But the big thing is typing it out. I have it handwritten right now. Much good that will do me to blog about.

I still am trapped in the depression. I don’t know what I was doing yesterday, I think I was getting dressed, and my clothes just felt so heavy to pick up. This is getting ridiculous to have ordinary things that I have picked up a thousand times, all of sudden feel heavy. How can a T-shirt weigh so much?? A thousand, sure, but one?? I just don’t get it. And my brain hurts today to think. I got up early because my sister wanted me to be up but I got the hours mixed up. I was supposed to be at her house at 730 not 630. DOH. So I had to wait an hour for her to get ready and stuff. I got to see my little niece (she is 9 but she is still my baby). I haven’t seen her all week because I just been cooped away in my room. We usually watch one of her TV shows together. But lately I haven’t been in the mood to go down the stairs. It bothers my foot sometimes and I just need to rest it. Yesterday was the same thing. I checked the mail because I am waiting for something from my friend in Canada and by the time I made the two flights back to my room, my ankle exploded. I couldn’t deal with the rest of the day so I just took my pain meds and went to sleep. I didn’t take my night time meds last night. I woke up at midnight and just couldn’t get out of bed. So I just went back to sleep. I don’t know why my right hip is bothering me today. If I didn’t have to pick up my sister, I would be taking some pain meds to relieve it.

I still have my menses. It is making me feel gross and I think I am internalizing that feeling. Even after a shower, I still feel disgusting. Something I didn’t discuss in therapy today. I actually didn’t say much today. Having three sessions in a row wears you out. All I wanted to do was go back under the covers and sleep. Which I have yet to do. I have gone back under but sleep has been eluding me. It came so easy yesterday. I think the stress of having to deal with my father the day before just wiped me out. I have to deal with him again tomorrow. I have the afternoon free, I hope. Maybe I won’t go back to bed and I will go to Starbucks and write. I don’t know. All depends on my mood.

I still feel like black clouds are following me. I have no answers to my psychiatrist when I see her on Friday. I haven’t been taking the increase in medication because I have been driving. I could have taken my dose today had my sister told me before now that she is being picked up by her husband and I don’t need to pick her up. Just wasted two hours waiting for the call for the car and I was waiting for nothing. But I can take my pain medication if I need to. I haven’t been going up and down the stairs today. I only been going down, if I absolutely need to. It’s helped to stay off my feet. I just hope that the pain stays away tonight. I would like a pain free night if I am going to be up early again tomorrow to take my sister to work.