Tag: mental pain

Fare Thee Well

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

Fare thee well

My favorite country music artist, Mary Chapin Carpenter posted a video of this song with her dog Finn. He passed away today. Her dogs are her life as most dogs and cats are. I love this song and she always has an awesome song to go with whatever I am feeling. She is a very passionate person. I have seen her almost every time she comes to Boston. One time I traveled to another part of Massachusetts just to see her. It was an awesome concert and worth the visit. I feel bad for Mary losing her dog. She got a puppy a few months ago and I hope it gives her some comfort during her grief.

I slept for about 4 hours and when I woke up, I was hungry. It was 4 am so made a fried egg and cheese muffin sandwich. I took some Neurontin and then slept for about twelve hours. My mother called me like three times. I called her when I woke up. She said she was worried because she hadn’t seen me all day. I guess I got caught up for all the sleep I lost last week. I still feel groggy but I am okay.

My “baby” is giving me trouble. I thought a 32 GB hard drive would be big enough for all that I wanted to do. NOT. I need a bigger hard drive. I couldn’t install some software because there was no memory left. I tried to delete all the crap Dell installed but it wasn’t enough for the software. Oh well. I will have to wait. At least I have my software for DVDs so I can watch movies.

I tried looking for my M*A*S*H DVD set but it wasn’t where I thought it would be. I found some new journals and other stuff but not what I was looking for. It’s probably somewhere else. I had to move some shit when the phone company came to fix my modem. It’s probably in one of those piles. I got rid of some stuff. Unfortunately, I ended up causing an avalanche on my bookcase. The stuff that was on top all fell. I’ll fix it another time. I need to find my DVD case so I can take the DVDs that I have an store them there rather than my bookcase. I finally found my Titanic movie. Maybe I will watch that tomorrow. I do have to go to my PCP’s office to pick up my scripts. I’ll make that trip tomorrow.

I really need a shower as I think the last time I showered was Sunday. Maybe I will before bed. I’ll use my shower gel that I like. I do have to use lotion afterwards as my skin is really dry. It gets that way every time the cold weather hits. I hate it because my skin is so scaly and itchy. But that will depend on whether or not my foot is okay. It is feeling okay now but standing for 10-15 mins might flare it a little bit.

Black Friday 2017

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

Black Friday 2017

I was up in pain most of the night. I think I finally went to bed around 5ish. After 3, I was checking my bank account for the deposit that I should have had. It usually comes in around 0330. By 0430, nothing was in. I just assumed it was because yesterday was a holiday. When I woke up around 11, I was reading twitter and my bank had posted a tweet saying they were having trouble with direct deposits. D’oh. I was hoping to have my deposit later today, which did happen. Now I can pay my bills and be poor come Monday.

My mother made cherry pie and that was all that interested me. I didn’t want leftovers, just pie. My sisters and brother in law went up to New Hampshire for the weekend. Before leaving, my brother in law told me to feed the fish and cats outside and to take the recycle bin to the driveway. I fed the fish. The recycle bin was on the porch so they must have come before they left. I wasn’t going to feed the feral cats. I’ll feed them in the morning when I get up.

I am so tired from pain. My foot still is hurting me despite being in bed most of the day. I was tempted to make an appt with my doc but I don’t think there is anything that can be done. I was just feeling so hopeless. I emailed my psychiatrist. I told her how rotten I felt and how I read the radiology report of my bone scan. All week, the top of my foot has hurt really bad and trying to move the ankle the way it should hurts like hell.

Tuesday, I see my PT. I am not going to go to the pain program she wants me to go to. Hell, I am not sure I even want to be in PT anymore. I am seeing the brace clinic Tuesday night. I really don’t know what to expect from them. Hopefully, they can give me something to immobilize my ankle when it hurts like this as well as something that keeps weight off it.

hodgepodge 999

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

Hodgepodge 999

My foot is keeping me up so my brain is thinking of things that is making it harder to sleep. Tonight’s thoughts are centered around my ex-ex-girlfriend. We are no longer friends because she said she wanted to “jump my bones” when she sees me next summer. The last time we talked by phone which was more than a few weeks ago, she told me her neighbor, a male, had raped her a couple of times and they also had consensual sex. She got upset that night we talked because this neighbor and her got into an argument so she cut herself pretty bad. She has a lot of mental health issues, her deepest one is being repeatedly used as a sex toy by her father. I think that this along with her bipolar disorder has made her a sex addict. She wasn’t getting the affection from her neighbor anymore, so she cut. It upset me, not because she cut, but because she was having relations with a male. I was a female when I met her. She was out as a lesbian. We had relations for about two years. She was my first love.

I had started to fall out of love for what reason, I am not sure. She is very self-centered, always putting herself first. Whenever I was having a hard time, she ignored me and then told me her problems. Often times she would text me and then shower or fall asleep. In the meantime, I had no idea why she wasn’t responding. It hurt that she didn’t respect my feelings of whatever I was going through and truly couldn’t be there for me. She tried a few times, but she really didn’t know how to be supportive. Or she would say something supportive and then move on to her problems. She has MS and is prone to falling. One time we were texting and she told me she fell. I didn’t hear back from her till the next day. I was going out of my mind about what was happening to her. Sometimes she would end up in the ER because she needed stitches. Why would you tell someone you fell and then not respond afterwards with what is happening?? I was getting annoyed because this happened more than once. A few times she was in an emotional crisis and then I wouldn’t hear from her for hours. She fell asleep from the meds she took, usually her klonopin (not lethal dose). It was emotionally draining. I loved her but I didn’t like being used as this support and not having it returned. She said she loved me all the time but I was questioning that love because she said it so easily yet I felt they were just words she was saying without no meaning behind it.

After I found out about the neighbor and she was still “friends” with him, I couldn’t stand it. How could you continue to see someone that 1) takes advantage of you and 2) rapes you because they got high?? I started being distant with her. On our last contact, after she said she wanted to “jump my bones”, I told her I didn’t want to see her next summer. We had other words but I don’t remember what they were and I deleted her messages. We didn’t speak for 2 days and this was because I was in a flare with my ankle/foot. I pretty much was in bed and sleeping for those days. She didn’t text me at all and I didn’t care. But she was upset that I didn’t text her. I didn’t fall for the bait this time. She called me a freak and said to delete messages from her. So I blocked her number on my phone and on Facebook. I didn’t say anything else other than to thank her for calling me a freak. I then said bye. If she has tried to contact me, I have no clue. I still care about her even though I don’t love her. I’m just worried that she cut herself again with ending our relationship. I know that isn’t my fault, if it happened. I still think about her. I need to stop thinking about her. But my brain is still analyzing the situation.

the hubbub

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

The hubbub

*****WARNING COULD BE TRIGGERING*******

Not sure if anyone of you remember the TV show (US) ER. The actor that played Dr. Green, Anthony Edwards is one of my favorite actors. When he left the show, I kind of stopped watching it because the story lines stunk. Anyways, today he wrote an article on Medium.com about his sexual abuse by a pedophile. He wasn’t the only boy affected by this. His best friend was raped by the guy. He wrote about how pedophiles prey on their victims and often use the word “love” as a way of controlling the victims and their emotions.
It hit a deep nerve, something I have never talked about on here before. I was molested by a family member. Other family members knew this one did this. They warned me about them but they seemed like a nice person so I didn’t heed the warning. Even after they were jailed, I was blamed for the abuse because I was warned and that I should have known better. I was 12 when it started and didn’t end till I was 14, when the advances were more advanced (for lack of a better word). They were 12 years older than me. One day we were on their couch, and somehow we ended up on the floor. They pinned me down and I couldn’t break free. Their genitals were over mine. The only way for me to be free was by saying I loved this person and had to kiss them multiple times and to say it over again. I was really scared because they were at least 250 or more pounds and I was a mere 125. When I was free, we just sat on the couch but they sat close to me and they put their arm around me so it would touch my breast. I kept moving their hand but it didn’t matter.

Another time, we were in their pool and the pool’s ladder had injured their genitals but being a pre-pubescent kid, I didn’t know that. I just knew their groin hurt. After the pool, it was the same deal. They would lock their front door as we “watched” TV, careful to put the chain lock on so there wouldn’t be any interruptions. This time, I was messaging the area. I don’t know how they got me to do it but I did. Turns out after a little while I was messaging their privates while they were in their underwear. My hand was not on the underwear part. I refused to see what I was doing as it felt wrong. When I stopped the message, they continued and when I looked over at them, their privates were out in plain view. This asshole then asked me if I wanted that kind of message on me. I said no but had a few breast strokes and kisses, not intimate. I felt sick once I realized what I had done.

Years later when I accused this person of abuse, they denied it and even their partner denied it because they would have seen the “signs”. Yea, right. It all boiled down that the perpetrator loved me and that was why they did what they did, out of love. I was so sick by this. My mother blamed me because I went to the pedophile’s house a lot of the time. I couldn’t help it. It was better than my home life where I had an abusive father, though I would much rather have my father’s abuse over the pedophile’s. I am glad my father was never told what this pedophile did or they might not be alive today or worse, my father might have said that I deserved it in his narcissistic mind because the pedophile wronged him by “destroying his family”. My father would always blame someone else for his wrongdoings. But that is another issue for another day.

With all the sexual abuse accusations coming at high standing men, whether in politics or Hollywood, it has me triggered into remembering my abuse by the various people that abused me. It wasn’t only the pedophile. I don’t feel free to say who the other family member was, I probably will in therapy but not on this media. I was also raped and abused by an ex-girlfriend. Since then, I have not had a relationship, mostly because of my nerve injury but also because I am afraid of flashbacks.

Lots to talk to my therapist on Monday. I know a lot of women and men are coming out with their story of abuse, which they should. It’s important because it gives others the chance to come forward as well. I am not saying it is easy because when I told one of my therapists about an abuser, that abuser slapped me when I was near them as it was a “false” accusation. I have kept quiet about this for a long time and it’s being stirred up. Abusers don’t like confrontation or being exposed. They will deny it to their dying breath. There is no remorse with them. My ex was kind of remorseful when I talked to her about it but she also played it off. We never became friends as it was impossible. I was hurt too much, though she did reach out a few times. She had more problems than I ever had. But Karma will get these bastards, one way or another. I firmly believe that.