Not well

I did not want to see my therapist this afternoon so I texted her at like 8 saying I would not be coming in. She asked because? I said no point. She said bullshit. I’ll see you later. I said it was hopeless. She said I’ll see you later. Right before seeing her I apparently sent her a meme and totally forgot I did because she brought it up. Guess the look on my face wondering what she was talking about clued her in that I wasn’t present when I did. Then she told me about the texts and I asked if they were suicidal in nature. Again I blanked. Then it hit me that Hyde has been around. Not sure about Jack but Hyde definitely has. So I had to explain who Hyde was. She said I had dissociative identity and I said yes. I really have been struggling with time and being present but it has been very difficult. That is when she told me I have grounds for admission but not committment. Fuck. She wanted me in the hosp. I told her I didn’t want that. She said I was deteriorating and becoming unstable. I needed to work with my psychopharm to get my meds to get control of the voices. I said wipe them out and she said yes. They were too dangerous right now.

My therapist put it all out in front and I was racking my brain on what to do to avoid an inpatient stay. At this point, as long as I don’t do something to harm myself or say that I will, I can avoid the hosp as there is no grounds for sectioning. I am on shaky grounds. I got 3 weeks before my surgery. I don’t want a 2 week stay inpatient before it. I am battling myself because I know I should go in but I also know my medical needs will not be met fully. Therapist thinks I can get admitted to the hospital where I see her but I’ve never been able to go there and my psych tried several times only for me to end up some place else. It is that some place else that keeps me from going in. I honestly don’t see how they are going to help me anyways as they haven’t been able to do that the last three times I was admitted. I just end up staying in my room because walking around the unit causes me to have flares and I don’t want that. So we are going to do some CBT stuff and meet twice a week if possible. The first thing for me to do is to learn how to breath through a straw. I have no idea why but I will try it. Then I am to blog throughout all of this so that is going to be a challenge. And then I just bought some coloring books and colored pencils to color for distraction from my emotions. She is going to try and get me to stay present with them a little longer so I am not leaving the second I feel them.

I left feeling like my soul had been exposed. She told me I was not well and far from being stable. Great. I knew she was right but I am having a hard time admitting it. I am too afraid of side effects to go up more on my meds. I don’t think meds are the answer. Maybe the voices need to be wiped out for a bit for me to get better. I don’t know.

about goals and feeling agitated

About goals and feeling agitated

So I got some things done. I got my recycles in the bin. I started another bag. I showered and shaved. I did a pretty good job though I missed a spot here and there. I touched up. I shaved the sides and back of my head. It feels good to feel the baldness. It takes some work and my ankle did not like me afterwards that is for sure.

I got into a fight with my sister. She is just being ridiculous and I think I am going to stipulate that I am not going to talk to her until she gets some help. She has more issues than I do. But her germ phobia has gotten out of control. I seriously want to get her toilet seat covers because she complains every single day about something about the toilet. I don’t understand the obsession when it is your own family members. We share the same germs so I don’t get it. Someone else I can see but family? Come on. Now I am fearful of using the bathroom not only because of cathing but now if I should forget to wipe the damn toilet down after I use it. Fuck. Who the hell does that in their own home?? Fucking ridiculous!! I don’t need this stress. It is almost getting to the point where I am thinking of going somewhere else. I can’t be under this much stress just for living at home. No one should have to walk on eggshells where they live for whatever reason. Just talking about it is giving me anxiety.

I got therapy tomorrow. I cancelled today’s appointment because I just didn’t feel like going into Boston late afternoon. I would if it was my therapist but it’s not so cancel! I am not sure I will reschedule the appointment either. It is supposed to be the last one so I might just forego it.

I fucking screwed up my checking account. I spent too much (on bills) forgetting there were two being paid today so now I will be over drawn. I am screwed. I have no idea what the hell I am going to do as the fees are going to kill me. At least I got my meds and paid the money I owe to the mail order company. My doc will be calling in a script today and it won’t go through unless there is no balance.

I haven’t napped though I tried because I got a migraine around 1500. I tried to sleep but I got agitated. I took some perphenazine to try and calm down before I was bombarded with voices. They came anyways and then I was yelling with them about my sister which just made things so much worse. I know I should be in the hospital but because of my medical issues I just can’t. I am too afraid my needs won’t be met or the orders will be wrong so I will be fucked. I’ve had it happen too many times now and I get annoyed and frustrated and then want to leave but can’t because my safety is an issue or the team doesn’t feel like I am ready to leave. Then I will have to deal with the after math that my family will think it is someone’s fault I am in the hospital. They don’t understand that I have serious mental illness. My mother just thinks I need to talk to her to be “fine”. Mind you she wouldn’t understand a thing I go through no matter how many times I tried to explain it. Fuck, she still thinks I am female and tonight I have been going through horrible dysphoria because of the things on my chest. Knowing I have to lose weight to get rid of them just makes me more depressed. You would think it would be a motivator but it doesn’t work that way with depression. If I didn’t have severe depression, I might be able to get motivated. Right now I am just planning on not eating as I don’t know how else to lose. It worked last year. Only problem is that my appetite is sort of back so it is hard not to eat when I am hungry. Hence why I had burritos at 2 am the other night. I ordered my groceries so I will be getting tortillas to make my breakfast burritos to store. I hope to make a lot. I just hope my mother has enough cheese. I know she has a lot of eggs. I might have to buy a dozen as I will be using a dozen. A friend said the secret is 2 eggs per burrito that you want to make. Which makes sense as when I make one, I use two eggs. But this is all for when I have surgery and I have food for when I don’t feel like making something.

My surgeon’s NP called me today to answer the questions that I had. She explained the surgery to me and that they won’t be removing a lot of bone or anything and I won’t need a transfusion. So I was happy about that. I told her I would need home care and she said I would have to talk to the nurse manager on my case when I am inpatient as they and my surgeon arrange that. It all depends on what I need and how I am after surgery. I keep praying that I walk in the hospital and am able to walk out even if it is with a walker. I haven’t decided if I am going to wear the afo or not the day of my surgery. I think I will be okay walking without it. I will have my sister bring my bag with me later that night so it doesn’t get lost. I just plan on having a few change of clothes and my toiletry bag. And catheters. The NP said the neuro floor is mostly private rooms so that is nice. I will know when I wake up if things went okay or not. Last time things were not okay and I knew right away something was wrong but I didn’t know what as I was out of it. I just worry my CRPS foot is going to go berserk for being laid up and manipulated. I hope I don’t wake up in a flare. That will be friggin awful.

up at 4 am and got a few goals

Up at 4 am and got a few goals

I woke up around 4 because my bladder was giving me urges. I tried to go on my own and failed so had to cath. I couldn’t go back to sleep right away as I am anxious about my deposit coming through. I am supposed to get paid today. I hate when the deposit takes forever to go through. It usually is in by 330 am but sometimes it takes a couple more hours to pass. One day the bank was having trouble so I didn’t get my deposit till late afternoon/early evening. But soon as it goes through, I will pay my grocery tab even though I don’t really have the funds for it. I might have to forgo putting funds in my Starbucks acct. That really sucks but it is the only way I can afford things right now. Besides the money that I am putting toward my cards will be enough to add funds once the money gets processed. So hopefully it will all work out. Crossing my fingers it does. I cannot wait till my deductible of $250 is met so I don’t have to pay for my meds the rest of the year. It should be met by the end of the week as I have more meds to get. My monthly refills. I am glad they are all together now not spread out over the month.

I have three goals I like to do today. One is to get to the pharmacy for my meds. Second is emptying my recycle bag. Third is taking my trash out. If I can do at least two of the three I will be happy. I changed my sheets yesterday afternoon and it caused such a flare. My back was killing me by the end of the night. It felt like someone was trying to sever my spine in the middle of my back. The pain was awful. I don’t know what it will be like after surgery. I might not be able to sit for long periods like I am accustomed to. That will suck when I have to go to PT and will need to sit for at least 30 mins on the bus ride to the office. I am looking into getting a public assistance ride service for disabled people. It will pick you up and drop you off. I am hoping to have just a pick up at the hospital and then a ride home afterwards but I am not sure if I can do that. I will find out the week of my surgery. Just lovely that I will have that worry prior to my surgery. I still don’t know if I am disabled enough to get it.

So if I feel up to it later on today, I will post my progress on my goals and see how far I went. I hope to do all three but going up and down two flights of stairs three times is going to be tough. My ankle is already tingling and I all I did was use the bathroom. I also got to brush my teeth today. I have been really bad at brushing and I am to see the dentist the end of this week! Oh boy!

Ugh why can’t I sleep???!!!

LGBTQ pride

I’ve been listening to music and trying to wind down and just when I want to crash, damn anxiety pain hits me. My foot is berserk right now because I put some lotion on it. Had to. It was white as a ghost. My right foot is the same but I am too tired to rub lotion on it. I will in the morning.

I spent the day sleeping. I just could not get up. Exhaustion weighed so heavy on me my soul could feel it. I had a cold cut sandwich and it was all I ate. I had an Ensure but that didn’t help the hunger. I am too lazy to go downstairs to make something to eat. I tried but I just can’t get the energy to leave my room.

Voices are quiet tonight. I am just agitated and can’t seem to settle down. I took 8mg of perphenazine. That wiped out the voices but not the agitation. I hate feeling perturbed. It is so uncomfortable. I sent my therapist the date I plan on ending things again. I don’t know why I did that. It is tentative at best. I’m probably going to get in trouble for it.

I don’t think they understand what a struggle it is to live. If they did, I think they would understand why I want to die so badly. I am so tired of living. I am 44 and feel like a bad of shit. How did I get to be this age? I was supposed to die when I was 19 and yet I am still here. WTF. Nothing is different than what it was back then and now. My fault. Everything is. I am to blame. We control our destinies don’t we? Isn’t that what they say? See I would pick my half birthday but there are two people I love that were born on that day so I want to keep it happy for them so I chose another day.

I am just a suicidal writer. Psychotic at times. Depressed always. Maybe depressed isn’t the word. Melancholic maybe better termed to describe the horrible despair. The lifelessness. Is it worth living? I don’t feel I deserve to live.

“To be sure, I appear at times merry and in good heart, talk too before others quite reasonably, and it looks as if I felt to. God knows how well within my skin. Yet the soul maintains its deathly sleep and the heart bleeds a thousand wounds.” Hugo Wolf