Tag: suicidality

boring day

by Midnight Demon, posted in blogging, depression

Today I wanted to clean my car out but it didn’t happen. I instead watched the baseball game and felt so sleepy afterwards. I don’t know why I have been getting these sleepy sessions after I have been up for a few hours. I did not have coffee today. I really need to get my car cleaned out so that I can get some money for it. It is a junk box right now as it hasn’t been running for over a year. It probably will, if you jump start it. I will try and do that tomorrow.

The Sox lost. I am not in a happy mood. I have not really been in a good mood even before they lost. I still have been dealing with the stupid menses today. I can’t believe I am going on week four of this crap. It is so bumming me out. FOUR fricken weeks of this shit. My migraine went away and now I think it is back again. I don’t know why I have a migraine. I haven’t really been out except in my back yard, where I finally had enough with bugs and came back inside. I hope that my blood pressure isn’t back to sky high because I stopped taking my blood pressure pill. I hated taking it. And my blood pressure has been perfect since I am no longer working so thought I would experiment and see if it goes up. I don’t know what it is, I lent my brother in law my blood pressure machine and have not received it back.

I really hope that the migraines are related to the whole menstrual cycle business. I can’t be getting migraines anymore. It will mean having to stay in dark places and stuff. I hate that, not that I like living in the “light” so to speak but protecting your eyes all the time from bright light is a hassle. I would have to wear shades all the time.

I have not showered today and don’t plan to. I do plan on brushing my teeth the next time I go to the bathroom. I at least have to do one of those things, if not both. Sometimes I am too nauseous to brush my teeth so I won’t do it. It’s a struggle.

I have not really done anything today except watch the ballgame. Foot is quiet for the moment. I am sure it will act up soon as I try and go to sleep. I have been so out of it, I haven’t even played my game in a couple days now. There are a couple of new missions and I just want to complete the “old new” missions first but no one is requesting the stuff that I need. It is getting annoying. But I have some new “friends” that play the game and are active so that is good. I’ll probably play later tonight before bed. I usually do.

So far my suicidality is ok. I don’t think I will have a “split” tonight. I have my therapy appointment tomorrow and I hope that my mother’s doctor’s appointment is after 2 pm. I am trying to get my sister’s car but it looks like she is driving her husband’s truck and I hate driving it because I am not used to it. I couldn’t stand driving the older vehicle because it just gave me anxiety. Now that they have a newer vehicle, I don’t want to drive it for fear of crashing it somehow. I am not good with backing it up as my judgment and peripheral vision is impaired at times, and is worse with a big vehicle. I don’t know if I will ever be able to drive an F150 truck like I hope I will but then if I ever do, I hope to have won the lottery!

I really hope that I can resolve some stuff this week with her because I really think that I am heading for a hospitalization. I just can’t deal with shit anymore and if that is the reason why I have been having these “splits”, then maybe going in the hospital is the best course. It dreads me to say that going is a pain in the butt but once I get my meds straightened out on the first day, I think it will be alright. I am willing to go without a phone and laptop for a few days, though I don’t know if I can manage without my phone being at my side. But then I have to worry about my mother and her diabetes spells. I hope that it won’t happen while I am away. I usually don’t call my mother while I am in the hospital. I never do. I don’t know why that is.

400th blog post: A post about Edwin Shneidman, PhD

by Midnight Demon, posted in mood disorders, suicide, suicide attempt

This is my 400th blog. I want it to be meaningful so I thought I would write about Dr. Edwin Shneidman. He was a wonderful man that I really admire. He was the father of suicidology and really pioneered the field.

His famous quotes, one of many, was that you should not kill yourself while you are suicidal. I think he meant it to be as a sort of giving yourself time before acting on such a dangerous act. I know that in my time I have been putting it off. It keeps me here.

My favorite book that he wrote was called “the suicidal mind”. I swear this guy was in my head as I was reading it. It perfectly described everything that I was feeling. The psychache, the despair, the guilty worthless feelings, all of it. He was the one that termed the word psychache, which is feelings of psychological pain that can best be described as feelings of despair, frustration, guilt, worthlessness, hopelessness, and helplessness.

His other connotations are constriction and perturbation. These two words are the most dangerous in a suicidal mind. The constriction means there is a narrowing of the mind, a kind of tunnel vision that is set on one thing: easing the psychache at any and all costs, by killing oneself. Perturbation is the agitation, frustration, the “must do something now” type feeling that provides that person to think about suicide and it is difficult to calm or settle these feelings once constriction is in full gear.

Another word Dr. Shneidman often uses to describe suicidality is press. This word is sort of a disambiguation. He uses it to describe a lot of things but mostly the pressure one feels to act on suicidal feelings and thoughts. It can also be used as a sort of perturbation. In Dr. Shneidman’s eyes, the level of the perturbation, press, and psychache will ultimately lead to suicide. If you were to rate each on a 1-5 scale model and have a 5-5-5, the likelihood of completing a suicidal act is greatly increased. In fact, he has stated that prolonged feelings of these three things are a major cause of suicide. No one can endure psychache, press, and perturbation for any length of time. You can have fluctuation of the these three things but once they have been at a sustainable level for any length of time, suicide is likely to follow.

Dr. Shneidman was a man that I greatly admire and respect. And what is very special to me and what I will always remember is him calling me out of the blue one day to discuss my paper that I sent him on “ten faces”. It was a paper that I wrote up for the AAS 41st annual conference and was my first poster session for this organization. I will always be grateful for that phone call.

morning after

by Midnight Demon, posted in depression

I realized this morning after I got a FB message from my South African friend that the midnight demons were in full gear last night. I don’t but do remember sending out basically goodbye messages to friends and writing a blog that was basically a goodbye blog. I don’t know why I got into my split personality but even though I am not feeling that way right now, I still am feeling blue.

I am babysitting my niece today. It has been a long day as I woke up early and still have another 3 hrs before my sister comes home from work. I don’t know what to do with this kid as it is raining outside. I so wanted to go to Starbucks today but that isn’t happening due to the weather. I haven’t been out of the house most of the week. I am going on three days being indoors. I just haven’t felt like getting dressed and stuff to make the excursion to the land of coffee. I have been drinking coffee with my sister’s Keurig but it’s not the same. If I see another bag of my Kati Kati, I am grabbing it!

I deleted my previous post. I felt I had to because it was too depressing and gloomy. I still don’t know why I become that suicidal and depressed. I know part of it has to do with my menses. I wasn’t this way when the menses were stopped. Even my psychiatrist notices a change in my behavior and manner when I bleed. So it is something obvious that I am not seeing. I just know that I get really emotional and cry at the slightest thing, get irate at the little inconvenience, and just downright suicidal. It’s like I am being possessed by a demon and it hurts very bad inside. My chest feels like there is an indescribable weight on it and I just am in a lot of psychological pain that is worse than any physical pain that I have ever experienced before.

tired of living

by Midnight Demon, posted in blogging, cauda equina syndrome, CES, Chronic pain, chronic physical pain, depression, psychache, suicide, suicide attempt, transgender

I am feeling blah today. I just finished taking a shower and though I feel refreshed, I don’t have any motivation to do anything. I have some time to get my coffee before my therapy appointment in a couple of hours but I just don’t feel like being rushed. Every time I do, I forget something, and usually the essentials, such as the keys to my house!

I responded to an email for my CESSG (Cauda Equina Syndrome Support Group) about physical therapy. I hope that the person doesn’t see a chiropractor. That is how all of my problems started. I think that if I was given adequate pain medication in the beginning of my back pain, I would not have gone to see a chiropractor or if I had stopped once the pain did I would not have ended up with CES. All the ifs that go through my mind, looking back.

I am especially feeling out of sorts today because I still have my fricken, goddamned menses. Just when I thought I was getting over it, it comes back in full force. I seriously am suicidal more so now than I was before. I just can’t take being a woman anymore. I have tried to stop the cycle and I am failing horribly. I am so sad. I hate being in this body. I never am going to be a man. And though I should be possibly reaching out for help, I just can’t. I just can’t bear talking about it with someone because I know I will just start bawling like a baby. Just writing about it is bringing tears to my eyes. It just is a deep emotional reaction. And even though I know there are other FTMs out there, I still feel alone. I just can’t cope with this anymore. I doubt that anyone really knows the frustration of dealing with this. I am trying to cope with it but how do you cope with something you know is WRONG?? I know I should probably go back to my reproductive endocrine doc and be like this isn’t working but why bother? She has been trying to stop this beast and has been unable to do so this past year. My confidence in her is down to nothing. I know I probably should go to the experts and see what they know but this Doc is the tops in her field. I don’t understand how hard it is to stop a fucking period. It just doesn’t make sense to me. And with every mense that I get, the closer I get to killing myself. I am done with it. I just want to die. I am in too much pain anyways. My foot was acting up soon as I woke up this morning. It’s sort of fine now as I took my pain meds.

I just am tired of living. Tired of trying to make sense of all this. I really don’t know what to do about my menses anymore. I wish it was easy to get through this but it’s not. Every time I wipe myself and there is blood I freak out. I just don’t understand why I am still bleeding. It’s been two weeks already. This is my third week. I was hoping it was getting less toward the end of the week but I was wrong. I really hate being like this. I hate feeling like a freak. And nobody understands that I am going to end my life because of it. I wish I knew what I was feeling but all I feel is hurt. I feel pain. I feel hate. Hate that I am not who my brain thinks I am. And I get weaker. I get more tired with each passing day. It just takes so much energy to deal with this. To wear underwear now that are made for females is just killing me inside. I might be called a masculine name but I am far from being it.