Always crashing in the same car

January 31st, 2010

I’m seeing things. Hearing things. Conversing with my hallucinations when things get real bad. I have anxiety all day, every day. The only way to escape it is to sleep but I have severe anxiety about falling asleep. I’m sleeping seriously between 14-20 hours a day (closer to the higher end usually).

Doesn’t help that Potato did a serious fuck up again. That’s just more added stress on me. Trying to figure out the lesser of two evils is never something I’m very good at but let’s just say a dream has been dashed, trust has fallen, and if he does it one more time, I’m going to beat him the fuck up and make his life fall apart. Which he knows.

The good news? I’m being considered for a job I really want which will add some much needed stability to my life, and will give me some distance from my daily stressors. I also start class tomorrow so hopefully that with help as well even though the anxiety from that is overpowering.

edit I should probably also mention that I’m looking into getting a psychiatric service dog or training my own depending on what my research says.


Med list

January 26th, 2010

Morning:
3x Wellbutrin XL
0.5x Lexapro
2x Geodon
1x Flax Seed Oil
1x Propranalol
1x Serzone

Bedtime:
1x Glucosamine
2x Geodon
1x Topamax
1.5x Seroquel
2x Benadryl
1x Propranalol
1x Serzone
1x Atarax

As Needed:
Up to 3mg Klonopin
Not doing anything anymore.


New anxiety

January 26th, 2010

Tonight, I want to slit my throat. Why? Because I’m so anxious about falling asleep. I don’t feel like myself, I don’t know what’s going on, I just don’t want to deal with it alll anymore.

I also had stopped showering. I managed to get myself in the tub to hose myself off at the very least this afternoon but that was a battle and the water drops felt like acid on my skin.

My heart is being squeezed within millimeters of it’s life, my chest cavity is full of cotton ball covered cement blocks, My stomach is queasy, I have gas out the ass and uterine cramps that are unexplained. Fun,


No admittance

January 22nd, 2010

So I have not been admitted, which is good news. I’m still taking my meds, eating, and not playing in traffic so unless that happens, admission is my own choice. I’m going to give the new plan time to work and hopefully it will kick in so I don’t have to consider it again.


Quoted for truth

January 21st, 2010

You can only handle so much stress per day. If your quota is taken up just living at home, you can’t handle anything else, thus an effective shut down.

I’d imagine if home were a place you could truly relax, you’d be able to cope with the outside world more effectively.


Talking can only give you away

January 21st, 2010

Going to see my psychiatrist tomorrow morning to be assessed for possible inpatient treatment. Grave disability is the term he was using.

There’s no time for me to fill out my psychiatric advanced directive and get it notarized (need my two agents to be there to sign it and they’re both at work).

I need to tell my parents but talking just puts too much pressure on me.

Goddamn, I am fucked up.


Fall to pieces

January 21st, 2010

Tonight, I fell apart. I cried to Potato about my overwhelming anxiety, the daily hourly fight I have just to not cry all day. I mentioned how much it hurts and how I don’t know if I have any fight left in me.

So… I will be starting to get things in order, just in case I go to get more intensive help. Something obviously needs to be done and I’m at a loss. Maybe this will help me out.


Just settle down, settle down, settle down…

January 20th, 2010

I want to be invisible. Or rather, I want to not exist but that will be harder to pull off. I’m planning on spending the next few days by myself, offline, away from anyplace where anyone might possibly have even heard of me. The only problem is, I’m expecting to hear back about a job interview so I have to be reachable by phone which kind of foils the whole plan. But, it’s the greater good, apparently, so I gotta buck up and deal with it.

I also have to make it through today which just the thought of is sending me into a panicked state. I’m telling myself to grow up and deal with it but so far that’s not working. Surprisingly. *rolls eyes*

It’s approaching time to start getting ready for my therapy appointment so I should go do that. I’ll probably cry today because I totally have my shit together today. *snorts* Yeah.


Sufjan Stevens - “Borderline”

January 6th, 2010

Oh, there is a house
A wonderful lover
A satisfied hole
Hope isn’t a word

A sudden said brother
And what do you care?
And I’ll take the pictures
If you stay in bed

I’ll run down the park
If you put up your head

Don’t put up your borderline
Don’t put up your borderline

Oh, there is a house
A wonderful lover
And what do you care?
Four or five years ago
I wouldn’t believe it
I wouldn’t receive it
And I’ll take the stitches
You put in my head

I’ll run down the ark
If you put up your head

Don’t put up your borderline
Don’t put up your borderline

Borderline
Borderline

It feels like I’m going to lose my mind
It feels like I’m going to lose my mind


New year

January 2nd, 2010

I won’t lie. At midnight on New Years Eve, I prayed. For a healthier, happier, more prosperous year for myself and all of those that I care about.