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Not At Rockbottom, Yet.

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I guess I should post on here because I’m paying for this. Well, it’s been a rollercoaster. There are good days and there are bad days. Mostly bad days. My anxiety is getting worse by the day. A few days ago, I was walking the dogs and there were just too many things going on outside, dogs barking, people showing up because it was a Friday and everyone wanted to chill with their friends. Usually, that wouldn’t trigger me but that day, it did. I couldn’t breathe, I had to stop walking and everything got so confusing. I don’t know how I made it back. All I know is that I’m thankful I had my dogs with me. They were probably the ones who walked me back home.

When I got back, I collapsed into the bed and just cried for maybe 15 minutes. It was the kind of cry that hurt – it was like all the insane, fucked up shit that I’ve been through just all got tangled up into the size of a dodgeball and just hit me in the gut.

I honestly don’t know anything anymore. I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing with my life anymore either. I’m just waiting for a stroke of luck that could possibly change my life a little better. But I’m not holding my breath. I just want to get out of this nightmare.

Yes, I’m still in therapy and I don’t even know if there’s any progress. It’s nice to talk to someone who can make me look at things in a different perspective. I like her anyway and I know that therapy isn’t an instant remedy. It takes time. And I’m still at the point where I’m trying to figure out why I am the way I am. I’m trying to learn how to cope with stress and how to try to not let my depression drain the life out of me. Because, lately, the stress and the depression has been slowly taking over my whole life.

I’ll try to post as often as I can. I wish I had better things to share. But, nope. Sorry about that, guys.

Seasonal Affective Disorder

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It’s that time of the year again when my depression takes over and cripples me. I always dread the beginning of September because that’s when I know the gloomy days are ahead. Even though I don’t mind it getting dark earlier, it does something to my brain.

Lately I’ve been so down and feeling defeated. My life is falling apart and I’ve just about given up on trying to pick up the pieces. Sometimes I feel like it’s not even worth it when something else comes along to destroy what little effort I’ve put in.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m trying. I really am. But I suck at coping with stress and every day life issues. When something goes wrong, I feel helpless. I’m close to having a psychotic break.

My depression has defined me. I feel like such a burden to everyone because I’m always angry and bitter. Like who the fuck wants to be around that shit, you know? And with the season changing, any hope I have left just diminishes.

Most of the time I feel lonely. There’s no one in this world who gets me. I keep all my emotions bottled up because no one wants to keep hearing about my depression. All I have to talk to is my therapist but she’s paid to do that. I can’t talk to anyone about my depression because it’s dark and well – depressing. I can’t find reasons to want to wake up every morning.

I wake up anxious all the time. I question my existence, my purpose. Do I even have a purpose other than being a mother and caretakers to my 7 animals? I can’t make myself look forward to anything. Even my upcoming trip is stressing me out because what if Freya doesn’t do well on the plane? A part of me just wants to cancel the trip and take the loss.

Fear is also a big part of my daily life. I’m scared of the fact that one day I would finally put an end to my misery. I’m insecure about my future. I have no stability in my life. I’m terrified that this is how it’s always going to be for the rest of my life and everyday, I wish I were dead.

I know. Dark.

I don’t find any sense to keep going when there’s no end result in sight. There’s no light at the end of the tunnel. My tunnel is just an infinity black hole waiting for me to walk through and then swallow me whole.

When all these intrusive thoughts dominate my mind, I can’t stop them. It makes my anxiety worse. I overthink. I come up with worst case scenarios of events that haven’t happened. Instead of living in the present, I dread about the future knowing that I don’t even know what’s out there for me.

I’m 42 years old and I feel like I have accomplished little – almost close to nothing. Everyone around me seems like they’ve got their shit together and I’m still playing catch up. I’ve been playing catch up for decades now and no matter what I do, I’m always 10 steps behind. The things I want for myself are out of reach and unattainable. Nothing good ever happens to me.

I don’t know what I want anymore. I run on autopilot. I do what I need to do without any joy in it. I feel like running away from everyone because I don’t want to be a problem anymore. I want people to stop worrying about me – if there is even anyone who does.

I just want to disappear.

Dickhead

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I feel like my depression has won this battle. And it’s not your usual, down in the dumps, I’ll get over it soon kind of depression. It’s the kind that has dragged me to the deepest part of the earth and it’s dark. It has become its own entity and follows me wherever I go saying all kinds of fucked up shit to me.

I named it Dickhead.

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Dear Mental Illness

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TW: Thoughts of suicide

I just want to let you know that you have absolutely destroyed my life. You destroyed any chance I have to achieve things I wanted to achieve because you’ve crippled me.

Aside from the mental pain, you also cause me physical pain. My muscles and my joints ache. I get stomach aches. I get headaches and just recently, frequent migraines. You make being alive too much work. And sometimes I question if it’s even worth it.

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I’m Just A Shell

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Had a bad day today. I have a trip starting tomorrow and won’t be back until Thursday afternoon. It’s for work so it’s not even close to remotely fun.

The dogs were acting out, mainly Butch. He seemed mad at me. He kept barking at me all day and also at Freya. I spent a good portion of my day just yelling at my dogs. I feel like such a shitty dog parent. I know they’ll be okay – they behave better around my husband anyway.

We’re moving on Saturday and I’m only 25% packed. I started packing up the things I want to take to the hotel and I need to sort out the ones that can go into storage like spring and summer clothes, artwork, and a bunch of other things that won’t fit in the hotel.

I have to put together the gliders’ new cage and the dogs’ crates. I also have to set up the air purifier and the room essential oil diffuser.

I’ve been going through psychosis. My patience is non-existent, I am angry easily, I get annoyed at everything, I’m irritable, I’m going through mania, too. And the voices are back in my head. I think it’s the Ozempic. But I’m also under a lot of fucking stress.

I have an appt with my doctor tomorrow to address the psychosis and auditory hallucinations. I might ask to change my meds altogether. The Geodon she prescribed is not working. I don’t know if I’ll need a higher dosage, put me back on Abilify, or the last resort – lithium.

I also have therapy on Friday. I made a list of things I want to bring up during sessions. I’m probably going to log how each session went. I don’t know what I’m trying to get out of therapy. I’ve had 4 / 5 different ones. They all sucked. I hope this new one doesn’t.

I was hesitating doing therapy again because it’s hard for me to bring up the traumatic shit I went to. But all the anger, resentment, and unresolved trauma is building up and I’m most going to explode and that would not be good for anyone.

At this point, I’m feeling like a total fucking failure. I don’t want to do anything but sleep because it makes the anxiety go away. I really hate the way I’m feeling right now. I have intrusive thoughts – mostly suicidal thoughts.

I just gotta get through the next 4 days for this work trip and then figure out what to do with the long list of shit I have to deal with.