Daily Archives: January 18, 2017

Guest Post – “Dear Healthy People” – Depression

This next post is a video by Ken McKim. It is a great message to people who don’t have and/or don’t totally understand what clinical depression is. He has some great examples. The video is short; however, the message is … Continue reading

When You Become Anxiety’s Bitch

I am not a meek person. I do not have a submissive bone in my body. Most have described me as formidable, a force of nature, one not to set off because I WILL assert myself. At the same time, due to panic attacks, I am often reluctant to deal with confrontations adequately and avoidance kicks in.

The furnace went out again yesterday. I called slumlord and left messages, none were returned, so there we were, once again, without heat. I beckoned R and he got it up and running but it shut down after two hours. Meaning…I would have to allow the strange repairmen all back into my home, and that in itself is anxiety times ten million.

I called the landlord first thing. He called me back and said it’s all the roaches in my home clogging the furnace which is what blows the mother boards and IT IS ALL MY FAULT BECAUSE he doesn’t bring the roaches in. I tried to point out that two years ago when my skanky neighbors moved, I’d had my roach problem kicked completely and all I asked was for his guys to spread a barrier of bug spray outside the trailer so the bugs couldn’t relocate. I spent a fortune trying every chemical and product to get rid of these things. Maybe my lax housekeeping is a part of the problem. But we complained about the bugs a week after we moved in so I don’t give a damn what he says.

My “gift” from him is that he is allegedly going to dispatch a maintenance man to spray for bugs, something they do NOT do for tenants but since I have been such a good renter, he will do it for me this one time. Gee, thanks. He also sent the heating guy over and the furnace is less functional now than it was before the new board was installed yesterday and ran for two hours, providing heat, before konking out.

So my day thus far has been spent on pins and needles with raging anxiety kicking my ass. I don’t like my bubble invaded. I know my months long depression has resulted in a hoarder like pile in some corners. I am TRYING to get back on my feet. Instead, I fear he’s going to throw me out. Because the heat guy says the furnace needs replaced but it’s only 11 years old so that’s not gonna happen with skinflint slumlord.

I feel so…invaded. So…judged and misunderstood.

Oh, and COLD. Which sucks cos the two hours R had it up and running last night we were getting warm. Then it conked.

I can’t focus on watching shows or reading or even bother to start on the hoarding piles because I am so anxious and I don’t function well when put on the spot.

So…Today, I am anxiety’s bitch, complete with the crawling skin, the racing paranoid thoughts, the feeling of my bubble being violated, the terror that I could be thrown out because depression so often buries me and yes, I hoard and pile things up. But never in main pathways, you can make way through the place just find. Just a corner here and there where I’ve stacked up stuff my disoriented brain can’t figure out how to organize. Though a bunch of organizing equipment would be wonderful. Sadly, they charge a fortune for the plastic drawers and stacking bins.

This is NOT who I am. This is the anxiety disorder. Filling me with crippling thoughts of doom. Not to mention the deviation of having people in my home and basically being told, every single time something breaks down, that it is somehow my fault.

My stomach is in knots. In spite of freezing cold hands, my palms are sweating, My skin and hair feel like bugs are crawling all over. I have tried all the cutesy exercises to calm, distract, reason with my brain. EPIC FAIL.

It’s not gonna get better until this furnace issue is resolved and I can take control over my safe haven again.

I need a drink. To calm my nerves, numb me. Good thing I am broke so I can’t give in to that bad habit. I may WANT a stiff drink, but I do not NEED one. Want and need are such separate things, it is often hard to differentiate.

So here I sit, tick tock goes the clock, my innards twisting and turning and barely able to breathe.

23 years of therapy and so rarely do their little jedi mind tricks do fuck all.

I suppose that is my fault too.

I may be able to do the breathing thing, but talking myself out of a  stomach ache and sweaty itching skin…

My doctor mentioned all the research being done with various forms of ketamine (yes, special, but it has shown amazing progress in treatment of depression, unfortunately it is short lived.) He pointed out the possibilities if the formula were to be perfected. What insurance company wouldn’t be willing to shell out for a one and done drug rather than six, seven different ones that don’t do the job? It may be several years down the road, if you can trust Big Pharma to do it right and not just to bilk desperate people out of money…

Bring on the ketamine. Calming, alleviates depression…WANT.

This current state of deviation and flux make me want to sign into a hospital and curl up into a fetal ball. Because I try to fight it and I keep losing and then I have to be guilted for not succeeding where so many others have.

Cockweasel gonads!


Still Ill

Had a hard time getting out of bed this morning.  I didn’t go work out because I don’t want to ache anymore than I already do.  I am seriously thinking about going back to bed and staying there as long as I can. I didn’t cough any last night because I took some serious cough syrup. So that is good.

Waiting on my class to start up.  We have a reading assignment first thing so we will see what that is.  Hopefully it’s not too complicated since I still don’t feel well.

 

 


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