Tag: psychosis

A Terribly Upsetting Therapy Session

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

A Terribly Upsetting Therapy Session

I spoke my ideas about the Orlando shooting today and my therapist did something she never did before. She didn’t believe me. I got very upset, started crying I was so upset. It’s one thing to not believe things. I get that she doesn’t have to believe in aliens like I do, but to not believe what I was saying just killed me. I wrote to my psychiatrist about it. I told her she was a Bozo and a half. I was very upset, I didn’t know what I was saying in the email.

We still had time during session to talk, which I refused to. I just cried as silently as I could. The one person I thought I could talk to about anything just shut me down and I don’t want to talk to her anymore. We have a session tomorrow that is too late to cancel. I won’t talk during that one either. Fuck her. I don’t think she understands psychosis or delusional thinking. I am not taking my meds tonight. Screw the abilify. I am out of trilafon so it doesn’t matter. I’m doing what the voices want to do. I should have trusted them more than ‘real’ people.

The dentist appointment went okay. I was still numb while trying to talk to Bozo the therapist. My jaw is still hurting from being open so long. I have been eating soft foods because I don’t want to try the hard ones. My neck is killing me. It was a big cavity. I tried to get some sleep after therapy but it was impossible. I was too upset. When I finally did settle down, my mother called me to help fix dinner. There went the nap. Then my mother had a laugh when she turned the TV on and it scared the crap out of me. I must have jumped three feet. Just what my PTSD needed.

HA, A psychologist just posted an article about how you are using too much toothpaste. I don’t use that much, just a dab because any more than that and I will gag. I have been doing this for years.

I don’t feel so good, physically or mentally. I am just so tired because I didn’t get much sleep last night. I was so worried I was going to oversleep. Then my ankle started bothering me so I took some pain meds for it after session. I wanted to go out but my mouth was still numb and I didn’t want to drool. The numbness didn’t wear off till around 1530 or so. I will go out tomorrow. I have a thing to mail. I am going to cancel sessions for next week. No point in talking to someone who doesn’t understand. I am going to page my psych tomorrow. Maybe she will understand. If she doesn’t, I am screwed. I just don’t understand why they can’t understand that there are alien parasites in the brains of these radical extremists that are making them do the things that they are doing. The voices agree with me. They warned me no one would understand. I took a chance and it backfired terribly. Now I have no one to talk to. Voices have been telling me for years that the meds are poison. Now I believe them so I am not going to take them anymore. I don’t know why I have been so stupid.

Nervous about the Dentist

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

Nervous about the Dentist

I have about two hours before I get my tooth drilled and filled. I am wicked nervous about it. I plan on taking my pain meds, an Ativan and a Zofran so that I am calm enough for the procedure. I just brushed my teeth because my mouth felt like a sewer. I am kind of hungry but I don’t want to have food stuck in my teeth so I am not going to eat anything. I might have a yogurt as that doesn’t stick to your teeth. My mother bought some yogurt but it’s the light and fit kind which I don’t like. It has aspartame in it and I don’t like that additive. It gives me a migraine afterwards.

After the dentist, I figure I have two hours before my therapy appointment. I emailed my psych last night and haven’t heard back from her. I texted my therapist the same question, which was should I contact the Orlando police and see if there was an alien parasite in the gunman’s brain. I don’t know if I will get an answer. I also told my psych that I think I will be ridiculed if I did call. I asked her what does she think so I am waiting for a response. I think we will talk about this in therapy. A good blogger friend wanted me to take a PRN and page my psych. I didn’t do either. I don’t need medication when I know I am thinking clearly. People need to know that there are aliens out there that are killing people because they want power. They feed off that.

I am out of my PRN meds anyways. My psych hasn’t called in a refill yet. I have been emailing her left and right but she doesn’t respond. I might have to page her to see when she is going to call in the refill. I don’t really need it but it would be good to have it. I don’t see my psych till Friday. I have back to back appointments that day. It’s going to be a long day.

I had put chocolate donuts in the refrigerator and they have disappeared. Either someone ate them or my mother threw them away. I don’t know why I am a donut freak. My mother just bought some powered donuts and I really want to finish them off but I got to go to the fricken dentist. I really hope the numbing medicine wears off by the time I have my therapy appointment or it’s going to be interesting.

Just got today’s Daily Word Prompt. It’s “Struggle”. I think I will write something later this afternoon about it and it will be for my book. I will need to write at least 850 words for it to be in my book. I have decided that if I write at least 850 words for my book on a mental illness subject, it will increase my word count for the book and also the pages. The chapters don’t have to be very long. I got the idea from a book I was reading on writing. Seems like I am on the right track. I just need to write! It’s been difficult with the grief and depression. Yesterday’s word prompt was “rebuild”. I have a few ideas on that so I am keeping it for now. I might put it in the folder to work on later. I just wish the voices in my head could be quiet for a little while so I could think a little bit for my writing. They are so nosey. They see me typing and they want to know what I am writing about. I then I have to talk to them to shut them up. Then I lose track of what I am writing. It’s not fun.

I am tired. I didn’t get a good night’s rest. I have been tossing and turning since around 0300. I kept dreaming I was going to wake up late because I didn’t set my alarm. Then I was dreaming I was going to sleep through my alarm (even though I didn’t set it). This appointment with the dentist has me really nervous. I am tempted to cancel but I don’t want the cavity to get worse. Last night I was eating chocolate and my tooth really ached so I know I need to get it filled. I wish there was a simpler way of filling a cavity than with numbing needles and drilling.

It’s windy out. It’s supposed to be in the 70s today. We’ll see.

Disoriented

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

Disoriented

I thought I had a dentist appointment this morning at 0930 for a filling. Damn secretary had switched the time and day on me so now I have to go tomorrow morning at the same time. I just hope the numbness wears off by the time I see my therapist in the afternoon. I came home, made myself something to eat and then took a nap. I slept almost five hours and woke disoriented. I thought today was Tuesday and it was after 1400, so not only did I miss my dentist appointment, I missed my therapy appointment as well. I checked to see if I had missed calls and I didn’t. I thought that was odd because I know my therapist would be freaking out if I didn’t answer the phone. Then I checked the date and realized it was still Monday. Whew! Crisis averted.

I am wicked nervous about the filling for the cavity I have. I am scared of the needle for the numbing medicine. Normally needles don’t bother me but when they have my name on it, they bother me. My biggest worry is that I’ll have to have a root canal after the filling because it is deep. I only had one tooth that needed a root canal. Granted it was because the filling in it had gone bad and they had to dig it out and replace it. It was not pleasant or cheap, even with insurance.

I sent my previous blog to my psychiatrist. I haven’t heard back from her. I still haven’t received the refill that I need. I knew I should have told her when I talked to her on Saturday. I hope I don’t have to wait till Friday to get it refilled. That will just suck.

Despite my naps this afternoon, I am still tired. I think I am going to go to bed early tonight. I am going to read another chapter of Harry Potter before I do go to bed. I will take my meds and then read so that I am relaxed. My mother finally made chicken cutlets for supper. She also made stuffing, which is my favorite side dish in the world. Nothing beats Stove Top, other than her homemade stuffing she makes for Thanksgiving. I didn’t eat too much because I wasn’t that hungry. Being tired destroys hunger.

I have a lot of stuff on my mind. I am getting delusional and I think no one is taking me seriously. I really want to call the investigators and see if they checked the gunmen’s brains for the alien parasites. If it is not there, then it went into someone else. This won’t be good. There will be another attack somewhere else. The alien parasite will influence them to do this. I am scared to call the investigators though for fear of being ridiculed. I haven’t told my therapist about all this. Maybe I will send her the blog.

I wanted to go to the post office today but I was too sleepy. Then when I thought about it, as usual, the place was closed. I should have went after I woke up from my nap. I still can’t believe how disoriented I was. I didn’t know what day it was. I really thought I slept till the next day.

Post 1802

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

Post 1802

I am wicked mad right now. I thought I had a dentist appointment to fill my cavity and they switched it on me for tomorrow. I hope that I can talk then because I have my appointment with my therapist. I showered, brushed my teeth, took the meds to calm me down for nothing! Now I am kind of sleepy and am debating on going back to sleep or making coffee so I can wake up. I am so pissed.

I mailed the letter for the hospice group to thank them and also to appreciate all their efforts in caring for my father and us. If I am up to it later today, I will mail back something so I can get a refund. I have a transponder that I no longer use because I don’t have a car. I got a letter last weekend saying that because it has been inactive for three years, they want it back and in doing so, they will refund my money on my account.

I woke up in the wee hours of the morning, between 0200 and 0400. I was going to write a blog but I decided to tweet my thoughts. Here they are:

#Iamsickenedby the discrimination of the LGBTQ community. The call for blood and then they turn away gay men. Just sickens me. I thought the agency that controls blood donations was going to lift the ban so gay men could donate. But as usual, it was just all talk. now there is a real need for blood and the very men that would like to donate are being turned away. It’s just upsetting to me. The whole thing has set off my psychosis. I feel like calling the investigators to see if the gunmen had parasites in their brains. That is my delusion, that there is something controlling these extremists to make them act the way they do. Just like the Goa’Uld. The Goa’Uld want power and stuff because they infect humans with their parasite at the brain stem. They do nasty stuff to people who don’t listen to what they say or go with their creed. Sound familiar?

I got no responses at the hour I posted all this stuff. I wasn’t expecting a response. I still feel like now the extremist have invaded the US and now we are no longer safe. These parasites want power to kill people in anyway they can. I am frightened. I don’t need meds to calm me down or think differently. The parasites are aliens that have taken over these radical people. It can infect anyone. They play it cool and act “normal” so they are not detected. I should be suicidal at these men and women that have come to the US or are born here to destroy and terrorize this country. They are calling this the “largest massacre in the US”. That isn’t true. The largest massacre in the US was at Wounded Knee where around 300 Lakota men, women, and children were murdered. They were killed as a form of genocide. I need to get the book about the Wounded Knee because I think it’s important to learn American history. They weren’t killed by alien parasites. They were killed by US soldiers.

But getting back to the alien parasites that are all over the world now and doing bad things and killing a lot of people. I find it sad and disheartening that these aliens have been going on for so long now. I don’t think it’s going to end unless they are all killed dead. I will be sad to see them wiped out but it’s the only way for the people to survive.