...I am posting in this forum because I have been having a lot of trouble staying present rather than dissociating to escape how I have been feeling. The meds aren't working, ECT's are not helping either, and I am noticing the old behaviors begining again: I don't want to get up in the morning, I don't want anyone to talk to me or ask me any questions, I don't feel like eating ever, and I just want to crawl in a hole in the ground and pull the weeds in after me.
I am so tired of this illness. It is a battle day after day. No quarter is ever given, and if I could surender to someone, I'd do it in a heartbeat. But there is no one to surender to. I am in pain all of the time (back problems, that's another drama) and I am just too tired to force myself to do all of the things I am supposed to do when this happens. Dear God, I hope I am not heading towards suicidal tendencies. I don't want to go to the hospital again.
Why did this have to happen now? Right in the middle of the holiday season with all of the crap that comes with it.
I finally got my husband to begin taking Lexapro by the long-standing advice of my psyche-doc, but he won't take it regularly, and he is always either hyper or grouchy. B*tch, b*tch, b*tch... that seems all he does anymore. I wish I could just be left alone. All alone.
Allegro
I am so tired of this illness. It is a battle day after day. No quarter is ever given, and if I could surender to someone, I'd do it in a heartbeat. But there is no one to surender to. I am in pain all of the time (back problems, that's another drama) and I am just too tired to force myself to do all of the things I am supposed to do when this happens. Dear God, I hope I am not heading towards suicidal tendencies. I don't want to go to the hospital again.
Why did this have to happen now? Right in the middle of the holiday season with all of the crap that comes with it.
I finally got my husband to begin taking Lexapro by the long-standing advice of my psyche-doc, but he won't take it regularly, and he is always either hyper or grouchy. B*tch, b*tch, b*tch... that seems all he does anymore. I wish I could just be left alone. All alone.
Allegro