hodgepodge of thoughts

I sent a message to my therapist last night. I didn’t expect her to answer it but I wanted to send it so I have something to talk about on Monday when I see her. I told her a couple of reasons why the suicidal ideations were increasing. I just feel bad about myself because physically I am unable to do the things I used to do without exhaustion. I also feel bad because I have no control over my bowels like I used to. That is what is causing me to feel really horrible. I talked with my psychiatrist about it today. He was apologetic. We had a good conversation about things. He is a really nice guy. I like him. He seems very supportive. I told him one of the things my therapist was harping on was being on medication and he said that his job was to make sure I was in therapy. I told him how my therapist said she was the GPS and I had to drive the car. Trouble was I didn’t know if I wanted to be in the car or not but with the suicidal ideation increasing, I made an appointment with her.

I had a productive day. I made all the phone calls that I needed to today. I rescheduled my appointment with PT. Gynecology called me to make an appointment. This is for my hysterectomy. I can’t believe that after 44 years I am finally going to lose the useless uterus. I also called my long term disability insurance for their annual update. I hated talking to them because I feel like they are always judging me. I had some changes in providers that they didn’t know about so it was good that things got updated.

I took a shower and shaved. My back again was not cooperative. I had bad cramps and had to sit down several times. My back feels tight and hurts. I want to nap but it is too late in the afternoon. I need to be up early tomorrow. I have an early appointment with PT, my last appointment for the week. I just set my alarm for the morning. I hate waking up before 10 to leave the house and shit. I barely function at that time. I got to make sure I eat something and have coffee. I had a hard time sleeping last night so I hope I can get to bed early tonight.

I started a new book called City of Brass. It is good. I like it. I finished Untamed the other night. It was a very good book. I also started a book about the Cold War. I have to read at least 2 books a month in order to finish my challenge that I started this year. I think I can do it because I tend to read when Twitter bores me or I want to avoid the stupidity of politics. I’ve also find that I sleep better if I read before bed.

therapy and stuff

Therapy and stuff

I had a difficult therapy session today. I got blocked and told my therapist this and things just fell apart. It was toward the end of session. We talked about what I wanted therapy to be like and her thoughts were that if I wanted to get better, I had to change and to go about wanting to change. If I wanted to just see her for venting that was fine but I wasn’t going to get better by doing that. I just wanted to fucking run so damn fucking bad. She said she was the GPS but I was driving the car. I had to get in the car. I guess right now I am unsure whether I want to be in the car. We didn’t set up a following appointment. I told her I would get back to her when I wanted to and she was okay with this. I think I am going to take a break from therapy for a bit to sort things out.

We talked about my grief and how sad I was at the loss of my uncle and the anniversary of my aunt’s passing. I still am grieving her loss. November is birthday month and now it is also remembering that my aunt passed away. She died on my godfather’s birthday. I miss them both.

I told my therapist that I had hit a block when I was writing about my grief the other day. She gave me a new angle to look at it but then I became blocked during session. She wanted me to talk about my feelings and I just couldn’t. I didn’t feel safe enough to talk about it I think. This whole virtual therapy feels so awkward. I still am not used to talking after all this time. I find it kind of distracting. I’m either staring at myself with glances at my therapist or watching my therapist glance at me while her eyes are down. I hate watching myself because I hate the way I look.

I managed to brush my teeth and wash my face today. I also made coffee. My mother made mac and cheese so I had some of that. I wanted a grilled cheese but I still haven’t managed to make it yet. I am too afraid of burning it. I just had pumpkin pie for dinner. I didn’t feel like cooking.

Tomorrow I have the pain psychologist meeting. I hope she can help me cope with my pain. I haven’t been doing so good with it lately and pain has been out of control some days. Last night I had to put on some diclofenac gel in order to quiet down the pain. It helped to bring it down some so I could sleep. I am not in too much pain today. I’ve been having to take gaba nearly every day for the past week. My appetite has been through the roof but I have been controlling it. It has been hard but possible.

sad news from the home land and other things

Sad news from the home land and other things

I just got a text from my cousin who got a call from my cousin in Italy saying that my father’s surviving brother is not doing well. He just turned 94. I met him years ago when he came to America. A very gropy man with no shame. I hope he doesn’t die but his time might come. There will be no surviving family members when he goes. He is the last of the family to be living of 9 people. I am sad that he is not doing well. I hope he doesn’t go but I know that he is loved by all of us cousins.

I got a call from the pain clinic office. My appointment with the pain psychologist got moved to another psychologist at a later time the same day. I wanted to meet with the male psychologist because he wasn’t so true to CBT. This psychologist that I will be seeing is a CBT therapist. I already work with one so I don’t think it will work out. I am not liking CBT because it doesn’t allow for free association. I am having a hard time with therapy because not only is it virtual but I am attracted to my therapist a little bit. It is hard talking to her because I am afraid she will laugh at me and no matter how many times I try to overcome this fear, it never works out.

In my last session with my therapist, she said that I am not accepting my mental illness and it is harming me. She sees accepting it fully as wanting to change it. I don’t see it that way. I think I have accepted it and just think it is what it is. I honestly don’t see things changing but she has me do skills and meditation videos. I am supposed to do one meditation video per day until I see her next. I think I found one that I can do. I looked at YouTube for 5 minute ones. Yesterday I looked at this one when I was feeling down. It didn’t change anything but I felt calmer afterwards.

Today I went to the pharmacy to pick up my meds. It was a nice walk as it was gorgeous outside. I like this weather because it is easier to breath in. I am not so winded when I came home. I don’t know if it is because I was wearing a different mask or not. I had a Red Sox one that I washed and now it is missing. I am so mad about this. I had three masks and they are missing now. I don’t know what happened to them. I also had one that a friend made me and it is missing, too.

I need to take a shower one of these days. I have been so bad about taking them. Past few weeks I just been taking one per week. Most of the time I wait until I stink before I take one. Taking a shower is very exhausting for me and sometimes painful as my back can cramp up on me, forcing me to sit down a few times. I don’t like showering for this reason. I used to love taking a shower but now it is such a chore.