Tag: depression

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!!

still under black clouds

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

I slept for about six hours today. I picked up my niece and now I am totally spent. My ankle is really hurting me like I knew it would and it is getting less likely that I will be seeing my therapist in person this week. I really wanted to see her but I don’t think it is possible.

I sent my therapist the last blog post I wrote. She said it was eloquently put. I asked again if I could kill myself and she said no, of course. I asked her if she got how much pain I was in. She said I was going through grief and that it will pass. I don’t think it will this time. I think I have seen the last of my days.

I am cold and exhausted. The temp has dropped to the 40’s and I still have the AC in my window so my room is cold. I have extra clothing on and socks on my feet but then my feet are usually always cold to some degree. What really sucks is that the Sox game isn’t for another two hours or so and I know I am too tired to wait for it. I might go to bed early tonight, like around seven. I just am in a lot of pain and can’t stand to being around me right now.

My therapist asked about why I have been ignoring my pain. She called it dissociative something. Great another diagnosis. I have to ignore it or it just becomes unbearable and I get suicidal. It doesn’t always work but I try not to feel it all the time. It will drive me crazy all the time if I let it.

I’m back using my old laptop. The nice thing is that it keeps me warm as it heats up pretty quick. I got to save all my blogs now on my hard drive or in a folder that I can just copy everything. The box for my baby came today. I guess tomorrow I will call FedEx to come pick it up or will wait till my sister comes home tomorrow if I don’t get up early enough to take it to see my therapist. I really hope nothing is seriously wrong with my laptop because it will just suck. I am just lucky that it is still under warranty so might as well get it fixed. I would hate to keep hearing the high pitch whine and then it totally stop working.

I didn’t write anything for the project that I am working on. It’s kind of a secret project that I hope will pan out. But I don’t know when and if it will definitely will. So I rather just call it a project and not say what it is in case it doesn’t pan out the way I hope it does.

I still feel under black clouds, though the weight on my chest is a little better than it was last night. I was able to walk a little farther today to pick up my niece, even though it hurt to do so. But I got to keep using my feet. Just wish my mood will change.

broken inside

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

I know I only posted a few hours ago but I am still feeling the need to write. The heaviness in my chest has not lifted and I am finding it hard to breathe. I just feel this tremendous weight on me and I don’t know why. I feel like my heart is going to pieces and I have no reason for it to be. Maybe I am going crazy? I just know that I hurt and I don’t like this hurt. I think I’d rather be in horrendous physical pain than deal with this heartache. Sadly, I already am in physical pain but I seem to be getting good at tuning it out. It only hurts when I try and move my foot so I try very hard to keep it as still as possible. That has what my life has become. Staying as still as possible. And I just feel broken and lost. My niece today really touched a nerve. She was just being honest. I just feel like I should be working at a “real” job, though my therapist tells me this is my “real” job. I can’t understand how my life went so badly in such a short amount of time. Four months is not even a season. Sure you have the middle of winter and the beginning of spring but neither were full seasons when I lost my jobs. granted I quit one at the end of Jan and then I was forced to leave the other the end of April. so technically it was three months of going from two jobs to none. All because of what? That is what is killing me. The doctors still aren’t sure what is causing my pain. They thought at first it was my back but that was ruled out with MRIs. Then they did MRIs of my leg, ankle, and foot. All negative except for some swelling. I say just cut the swelling out and see how I fair. I can’t go on living like this. I just can’t. I don’t think I will see the light of day again. These black clouds keep circling around me, day in and day out. I got to sleep with emptiness so vast it can fill the Grand Canyon. I am not on an antidepressant. None of them work for me. None provide relief. Yet my therapist thinks that I should be on one. I don’t see why. I will just become sick off them and will have to discontinue them after a month or so. My psychiatrist has nothing left in her arsenal to save me. My therapist is all out of ideas to help me. Yet I continue the course, hoping that there will be a light at the endless tunnel. They (my therapist and psychiatrist) see this light but I never do. It is too far away from me. But what they don’t see is my heart that is torn to pieces. I want to end my existence because the pain is too great. Yet these two tell me I can’t. One will be hurt and the other will hospitalize me. Why can’t they see how much I am pained? Maybe if they saw it, maybe if I describe it better, they will see that the only way to fix it is with my death.

broken sleep and pain

by Midnight Demon, posted in chronic physical pain, depression

My manuscript was delivered earlier today, early enough that I could go out for my coffee. I had wanted to stay in today and just rest but I got restless. Now my ankle is screaming at me. I am stupid sometimes. I think I can just go through my routine of taking the bus and stuff when last night I woke up three thirty in the morning because of pain and then fell back to sleep at six. I woke up around ten-thirty. So I had broken sleep and pain to warn me not to go out today.

I didn’t know what to do with the manuscript so I just punched holes in it so I could place it in a binder. I took one look at it and got overwhelmed. But then I am getting overwhelmed with everything lately. I think I just got to stick with my blog as that is what makes me happy. I don’t know about this other project my friend has cooked up. I want to help her out and stuff but I think me working on my book and then her project is too much for me. And her piece is just as emotionally exhausting because it centers around my suicidality over the last few months.

I was in the middle of an email to her today as I was coming home when this guy who I can tell has mental issues just came up with me and started a conversation with me about clothing and buying t-shirts at Walgreens because they were cheaper than elsewhere. I was like ok. Then he kept on going on and on and I was like dude, I need to finish this. I had my headphones back in my ears, was looking down at my phone, and this guy was still trying to have a conversation with me. Shit. He was harmless and stuff but he kept on getting closer to me, invading my personal space with every new conversation so that is when I told him I had to finish the email…which by then I totally forgot what my train of thoughts were. That pissed me off. I hate it when someone interrupts me when I am writing. Even my phone decides to interrupt me soon as I open Word. It will be quiet the whole time I am on Facebook but soon as Word is open, texts and emails start coming in and I am like WTF. So now I just turn off the sound while I am working.

Speaking of working, my niece wanted to me to watch Cinderella with her but I had to get what I wrote up in Starbucks in a word document before I totally got exhausted and doped up on my pain meds. I knew the time it takes for the pain to get jacked up and I would have to take something is limited so wanted to get it done before I was in Dopey Land. When I told her I couldn’t because I had work to do, she yelled out, “you have a job”?? I told her yes, I do. I didn’t tell her what, as technically I don’t but I am sick of just saying that I am disabled. And I am a writer now so might as well use that title. But my mother was sitting right next to her and when my niece screamed out those words, my mother heard it, then asked me to clarify. I was like, oh shit! Now what do I say?? I can’t fib to my mother. So I just said that I had to type and made the typing motion with my fingers. No one knows what I do during the day. And it is not like I am getting paid to write my blog or my book or help my friend with her projects. They don’t know how many journals I have filled since being out of work. But my niece struck a cord with me, like I should be working but I am not. And it hurts. I still am dealing with the grief of not working and there goes my eight year old niece stating the obvious. I just feel like a loser.

I have to send my baby (laptop) back to Dell because of the high pitched noise. It is totally deafening my senses when it goes off and literally drives me berserk. It’s not too noticeable when I am playing music but when I am not, holy crap is it loud. And I can only hear it in my left ear because my right has high pitch deafness. The buzzing in my brain goes away when I block my left ear. I might have to use my older laptop until I send this one away but the thing weighs more than this one and gets hot after a while. I am just afraid that I might throw my back out while shuffling it around my bed.

I still have been under the blue moon. As I was walking home, I got struck with this heavy sadness that just froze my chest. It felt like this huge weight was on my chest and I couldn’t breathe. I swear the black clouds are still following me around and I am starting to feel hopeless that they will ever go away again. I know it is that time of the year that I always get more depressed than my usual. It always starts mid-September and won’t relent until sometime in February. I call it baseball depressive disorder because it always co-insides with the end of baseball season and doesn’t relent until spring training. I just hate feeling this way because even though I know it will pass, I just don’t think it will. I start getting wicked hopeless and as that deepens, my sadness just gets worse. Then the suicidal feelings increase and by December I am wondering why I am continue to live when I promised myself it was all going to be over with. I might do it, just because. I so just don’t want to live anymore. I hate feeling trapped into living because of others. It is no way to live. But yet I continue my existence because of others, because that is the type of person I am. And I hate myself for it. I really do.