still struggling

Still struggling with the depression. I feel like it is strangling me at this point. I still don’t want to go to therapy but my therapist is persistent and talked me into a session tomorrow, our normal time. I had cancelled it but, of course, she kept it open. I just feel like I can’t get a grip on this thing. I just want to do nothing.

I really wanted a cup of coffee today but there was no cream at my sister’s. I was bummed. I could have went to the store to buy it but found reasons not to. I had to take a shower today as I didn’t take one in almost a week. I did, then tripped over the towel I was using and tweaked my back. I have been hurting ever since. Now I really don’t want to do anything. My mother has been bugging me to get eggs. I will tomorrow, or try to. Depends on how I feel tomorrow. Maybe I can get my starbucks coffee and be a little happy about something.

I have been listening to music to try and help my mood. So far the playlist is on all my songs so it has been helpful because there have been songs I haven’t heard in a while. Some of the songs have meaning, others are just upbeat enough to take me out of the misery for a little bit. I keep trying to fight the depression but it’s tough. Seems like whatever I try to do, it backfires on me and I end up feeling 10 times worse.

I got rudely woken up this morning by my doctor’s office. Because I have a UTI, they were calling to see if I improved. I was so mad because I was in such a sound sleep. I didn’t return the call but the nurse was persistent. She called me again. I told her I was fine. Still having spasms but they are less. Hope this course of antibiotics works. I see my PCP Friday so we’ll see. Thank god the leaking has stopped. I was getting worried there for awhile.

I also see my psychiatrist again on Friday. I don’t know why I need to see her again. It’s not like she can do anything for me. She just wants me to ride out this depression and I can’t stand it. I am very frustrated that there is nothing to do when I get like this. The suicidality has subsided a little bit but I still feel like there is a black cloud following me. I just feel so hopeless and why bother with treatment. It just sucks. I really hate feeling like a piece of shit all the time. I wish there was a medication that worked for me.

hopeless about writing

I met with my psychiatrist today. I told her everything that I have been feeling the past two weeks. She wants me to take off writing for a bit and see how I feel. I don’t know if I can go that long without writing a blog. But if you don’t see one from me every day, know that is why. That I am recharging my batteries so to speak.

I had a dreadful day. My ankle acted up on me and my urine culture test came back positive. I have a urine infection. YAY. I get to take antibiotics for the next seven days. I think it’s good too because I am starting to get the chills and that isn’t good. I would get the antibiotics now but I don’t feel like it. I have to take it twice a day anyways so if I start tomorrow, it’s not going to be that big a deal. I have my cranberry juice to keep me hydrated.

I tweeted about my book today, like I have been doing the past two weeks. I have become addicted to twitter again. It’s much more interesting than Facebook. I am following a bunch of therapists and doctors and it is really interesting to read their tweets. I miss being in the medical field.

I told my psychiatrist I don’t know why I should take my medication other than potentially getting worse. Some how this raised a red flag for her so I get to see her next week instead of two weeks. Great. I don’t feel like seeing these people and they want to see me. I am very hopeless. Why can’t they see that? I just don’t get it.

I also think that people haven’t been buying my book because it is too depressing. It’s hard to write hopeful stuff when you don’t feel it. I got as much from my psych today. It’s making me want to give up trying to sell more books. I added the link to my popular blog but have not gotten any clicks on the page. I guess people just want to read the chapter and not the book. Yesterday I got 25 hits, today 20, so far. I am sure I am over 2,000 hits total for this blog entry. I wrote a lot about stuff, personal stuff. Maybe I was too personal. I am having a hard time with this. Not that I wanted to be a millionaire with this book. I knew that wasn’t going to happen. But I just wanted to sell 100 copies and that isn’t going to happen I guess. It is kicking me really low. I just feel like a failure. But maybe when my second book comes out, I won’t feel that way. I am trying to work on it but it is so difficult with this depression that I have. I can’t do anything. Everything hurts. Even holding a pen is heavy to the task of writing. I use the same pen I always use and for some reason, lately it just feels so heavy. That is why my psych thinks I need a break from writing.

I don’t know what to do but to write a little every day. Not writing is going to be weird. Maybe I will take the weekend off and see how that goes. Guess this will be the first Saturday Blog that I will be missing.

one highlight on this bleary day

So, in case you didn’t know, there is a bug in Internet Explorer browser that might lead you to hacking by assholes. So I have been using Chrome for all my online activity. It is kind of a pain because I am used to having two browsers open and I can check my two MSN accounts simultaneously. Now I cannot do so. I have to sign out of one to get to the other or use my phone for my email. Bugger. I hope that Microsoft fixes this soon because I really like using my laptop for email than my phone.

Went to the doc today because I think I have a UTI (Urinary Tract Infection). I have a trace of it so they won’t treat me until the culture comes back on Monday. Fucking great. I am just supposed to drink cranberry juice while my bladder is having spasms. Just great. And I am leaking when it spazzes so this is just so fucking wonderful. And, the best part, is that of course my doc is on vacation! EVERY single time I need him for something, he is on vacation. I should have just said the hell with going but I feel so miserable and I know I don’t feel right. I am just so pissed I wasted my time today. I emailed my psychiatrist, who I see tomorrow, to let her know. Course seeing her tomorrow is also going to be a waste of time. I don’t know why I bother see her. She isn’t going to have the magic answer to cure me of my depression. She might help with my mood a little bit by seeing her but when I leave it will go too. I am just do depressed I don’t want to do a damn thing. And tomorrow is an early appointment. Which means, I got to get up earlier than usual and get out of the house. Just great.

I had my iced coffee today. It was the highlight of this bleary day. I really enjoyed it. Long as there was one thing today that made me happy even though the rest of the day sucked.

Black hole of depression

I have been meaning to see my PCP for the past few days because I think I might have a UTI. Today it was on my mind but I never made the call. I will try again tomorrow. I just don’t want to deal with an idiot and my doc knows the situation I am in so I know he will understand more than one of his colleagues. Trouble is, I don’t know if I can see him. He might not be available and then I will be screwed. I have an appointment with him next week but I fear the longer I wait, the worse I will get. I am already starting to feel really crappy. No fevers or anything but just run down. I hate dealing with this. And then if it is not a UTI, I am going to wonder if my back is starting to go. That is my huge fear.

I still am in a hopeless depression. I swear it gets worse with each passing day. I am just so tired of fighting it all the time. Why can’t I just sleep and not wake up until it passes? Or just not wake up at all. That would be my ideal plan. I just feel like I am stuck in a black hole of some kind that is sucking all the hope from me. No matter how hard I try to avoid it, it never works. I feel so useless.

I had a few arguments with my therapist today. I told her that I hate her. I didn’t want to see her anymore and that next week would be our last session. All got ignored. She didn’t like the idea of quitting while I was in the throws of another suicidal depression, so she is not going to let me go. She is such a bitch. I don’t know how many times I told her I hated her. But she just ignored me. That made me even more mad. I told her I didn’t want to talk. We agreed that we will meet once next week. I hope she keeps that. Sometimes she will say something like that but then “forget” and call me. She still wants me to go out there to sign her book. I haven’t figured out when I am going to do this. If I had the money for gas, it would be no problem. I would just borrow my sister’s car and go out there. But I am broke and what money I have left I have to save to ship out my books to the UK. I told my therapist I would text her like crazy and she is ok with that. She is a weirdo.

My psych answered my email that I sent at like 2-3 in the morning. She wanted to see if I saw my PCP. I told her I slept late and didn’t call. I then asked if she had any magic pills as my pills suck but she hasn’t responded. I also told her I am in a black hole, that I am beyond hopeless. I don’t want to go on with treatment anymore. What is the point? My therapist said that if I stopped my meds, I would be worse. Probably. I just hate being so down and tired all the time.

Tomorrow I need to cancel one appointment and make another. Go to the post office and ship my book to the UK. Then, I don’t know what to do with myself. I don’t feel like going for coffee. I don’t feel like writing. I just want to stay in bed and do nothing. Today I did a lot as I was waiting for UPS to deliver my books so I was going up and down the stairs constantly. My ankle is not happy with me right now and probably won’t be the rest of the night. Oh well. I just need to clear off a shelf on my bookcase to put the books in.