Most people would describe me as strong, capable, resourceful--even brave.
But when I consider crises that I most likely will face as I get older (and in a society that I think is headed for trouble), I'm not sure I won't completely break down.
For one thing, there is no one depending on me. I live alone, I support only myself, and I'm not in a romantic relationship. I have a cat who is my main source of affection and love. I do have friends, but most of them have lives very different from mine in terms of work, family, demographics. My family lives far away, and I've never relied on family in a crisis. There is no one in my life who is there for me alone, whom I can call on through the bonds of blood or committed love.
I've never had a major life crisis, but I think that if I do (e.g., I hit someone with my car, I get arrested for having a joint, my house is burglarized, etc.), I am not at all sure I can handle it. I don't make much money, just enough to live on, and I don't have health insurance or a pension or an inheritance waiting. I'm terrified that a simple slip-and-fall could render me unable to work, and I don't have a safety net. Who would see to my welfare? No one.
Forget major life crises: I'm concerned about how I'll respond to any raising of my stress level. For the record, I generally handle stress badly: hyperventilation, insomnia, racing thoughts, crying, inability to function, isolation, rage, compulsive behavior. I don't want to subject people in my life to my breakdown.
I feel like I can't keep the various plates spinning in my life to keep from having everything break at once. I feel like SOMETHING's going to break, and that will bring my whole life down around me.
I know that my cat will die someday. (I'm crying now.) The grief I will feel may completely incapacitate me. If he dies by accident or through a condition I could have treated and didn't, I will add guilt to grief.
I'm not able now to simply "stop, smell the roses, take each day as it comes and let tomorrow take care of itself." There are termites eating away at my life: age, health concerns, financial insecurity, American society becoming fractious and hateful. I can't ignore them, and there isn't a lot of power I have to do anything about getting older and frailer.
I have been treated for depression, but reject the idea of antidepressants or anti-anxiety drugs. I don't believe in SSRIs (I did take them and they made me hypomanic--I still can't believe some of the odd things I did while on Prozac/Zoloft/Wellbutrin/Paxil) or in benzodiazepines. Plus, they cost money, and you are instructed to take them virtually forever. Stopping Paxil cold turkey five years ago was not fun at all. One writer said, "the only thing drugs lead to is taking more drugs." If I'd listened to the doctors, I'd be taking lithium, additional Prozac, Ativan, Clonapin (for the restless legs caused by Prozac) and would probably be institutionalized by now.
I suppose the thing is to find a sympathetic therapist who won't recommend drug therapy. That's another chunk of money to come up with (government subsidized mental health programs are few and far between in BushAmerica).
Maybe I'm not looking for advice. I just feel on a trembling edge all the time. There's a voice in me sobbing hysterically (I hear it). I have a nihilistic urge to destroy my life just so I can "finish the job." There are not many scenarios of my future that don't point to a quick and efficient suicide as the best way out.
If I come home one day and find my cat dead, I will break down. I don't know how or when I'll be able to recover and go out and be an entertainer again.
I just feel like I'm already broken in pieces, just waiting for a shake to completely fall apart.
But when I consider crises that I most likely will face as I get older (and in a society that I think is headed for trouble), I'm not sure I won't completely break down.
For one thing, there is no one depending on me. I live alone, I support only myself, and I'm not in a romantic relationship. I have a cat who is my main source of affection and love. I do have friends, but most of them have lives very different from mine in terms of work, family, demographics. My family lives far away, and I've never relied on family in a crisis. There is no one in my life who is there for me alone, whom I can call on through the bonds of blood or committed love.
I've never had a major life crisis, but I think that if I do (e.g., I hit someone with my car, I get arrested for having a joint, my house is burglarized, etc.), I am not at all sure I can handle it. I don't make much money, just enough to live on, and I don't have health insurance or a pension or an inheritance waiting. I'm terrified that a simple slip-and-fall could render me unable to work, and I don't have a safety net. Who would see to my welfare? No one.
Forget major life crises: I'm concerned about how I'll respond to any raising of my stress level. For the record, I generally handle stress badly: hyperventilation, insomnia, racing thoughts, crying, inability to function, isolation, rage, compulsive behavior. I don't want to subject people in my life to my breakdown.
I feel like I can't keep the various plates spinning in my life to keep from having everything break at once. I feel like SOMETHING's going to break, and that will bring my whole life down around me.
I know that my cat will die someday. (I'm crying now.) The grief I will feel may completely incapacitate me. If he dies by accident or through a condition I could have treated and didn't, I will add guilt to grief.
I'm not able now to simply "stop, smell the roses, take each day as it comes and let tomorrow take care of itself." There are termites eating away at my life: age, health concerns, financial insecurity, American society becoming fractious and hateful. I can't ignore them, and there isn't a lot of power I have to do anything about getting older and frailer.
I have been treated for depression, but reject the idea of antidepressants or anti-anxiety drugs. I don't believe in SSRIs (I did take them and they made me hypomanic--I still can't believe some of the odd things I did while on Prozac/Zoloft/Wellbutrin/Paxil) or in benzodiazepines. Plus, they cost money, and you are instructed to take them virtually forever. Stopping Paxil cold turkey five years ago was not fun at all. One writer said, "the only thing drugs lead to is taking more drugs." If I'd listened to the doctors, I'd be taking lithium, additional Prozac, Ativan, Clonapin (for the restless legs caused by Prozac) and would probably be institutionalized by now.
I suppose the thing is to find a sympathetic therapist who won't recommend drug therapy. That's another chunk of money to come up with (government subsidized mental health programs are few and far between in BushAmerica).
Maybe I'm not looking for advice. I just feel on a trembling edge all the time. There's a voice in me sobbing hysterically (I hear it). I have a nihilistic urge to destroy my life just so I can "finish the job." There are not many scenarios of my future that don't point to a quick and efficient suicide as the best way out.
If I come home one day and find my cat dead, I will break down. I don't know how or when I'll be able to recover and go out and be an entertainer again.
I just feel like I'm already broken in pieces, just waiting for a shake to completely fall apart.