Daily Archives: February 11, 2013

Reach Out and…

There isn’t much going around these quarters today, which is just my speed. I’m thinking and mulling a bit over relationships and communication, but not in any particular concrete or ground-breaking way. It’s just reflection and family and gratitudes, and it’s just sort of languid and pleasant. It did encourage me to do a little something that I meant to in regards to my family, and I think that we will all appreciate it in the fullness of time.

So yeah, nothing much going on. The brain is still being cooperative, so no real complaints or comments there.


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Smother Theresa

Eh, I saw a list of banned bands last week for some religious based radio station and the band name Smother Theresa was on there. It made me laugh like the blasphemous heathen that I am.

But if fits, because it is 3:17 am and I just woke up and my mind is churning with stressed out angry thoughts to the point I feel like I am smothering. On my own anxiety, my frustration, my anger.

The pressure put on me by R expecting me to be at the shop five days a week is crushing me. I have tried to tell him and he just won’t hear me. His self absorption is pissing me off. The way he manipulates me into feeling guilty for feeling the way I do pisses me off further. The entire week I had that bad reaction to Topamax and could have ended up blind and hospitalized…and I tried to talk to him about how bad I was feeling and that I needed to be home waiting for the toxicity to end…It went over his head, he said he needed me there. Then I spent the entire days occasionally answering  a phone or running to get his lunch or beer. Nothing else was needed of me.

It’s shit like that that leads to me waking up in a panic like this. I do not walk the tightrope well. If I keep burning the candle at both ends this way, I am going to wind up in the looney bin.

I just don’t know what to do, I have been clear as day, he won’t listen. I don’t want to burn any bridges. I like the guy,he’s been good to me and my kid and I don’t mind helping out when there’s stuff to do. But this shit where I am his security blanket so he doesn’t have to be alone…It’s asinine and I can’t believe he doesn’t see how asinine it makes him.

I keep trying to discern if this is all because of the med changes and mental stuff.

I’ve been feeling this way for weeks now.

This is how I feel. And that I tell him and he blows me off makes it all the much worse.

It’s headed to a bridge burning that I really don’t want to do.

Ignoring me is not a good idea. I usually play nice…Until I don’t. When I play not nice, it tends to be an ugly affair. It’s how I lost most of the jobs I’ve had, is trying to tell people when I am getting crushed under the stress and being told to suck it up. I don’t have that ability. I don’t have a brain that sends or accepts the correct messages.

3:30 am

He expects me there by 8:30.

His expectation crushes me.

My kid is out of control and wields the “I want grandma” knife when I say the word no. Before her father left, before I started being gone all the time and my mom began ruining my kid, we had a bad day here and there but she was pretty well behaved. Now there are times I feel like I am being held at toddler point, she’s an emotional terrorist. It’s not merely a kid being a kid. This is my mother’s influence.

All so a 50 year old man doesn’t have to be by  himself, to the point he’s willing to buy my lunch and smokes every single day. Meanwhile, I’m going into meltdown mode.

I broke down and took a Xanax earlier. The klonopin has the same effect of popping tic tacs, for fuck sake. And of course, I keep wondering if it’s just me, if’s some sort of psychological thing. Because I have been so trained to doubt myself, to question myself, to defer to everyone’s judgement of everything being all in my head.

I just want to be the mom I used to be, when my kid would listen to me and I didn’t feel like I was smothering everyday. I am not ready for this 30-40 hour thing yet, not with the meds in flux and my head so screwed up. That people expect me to be pisses me off further. I am not being allowed to mend at my own pace and it’s starting to crush me.

My head is hurting.

The clock is ticking.

My heart is pounding.

My blood is boiling with the indignant anger of being completely and utterly ignored by someone who claims to be a friend and care about my well being.




A Quandary: Mental Illness, Public Safety

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Due to quite a few recent tragedies, debates about mental illness have been prominent in the public eye. Perhaps they aren't as visible as, say, gun control laws or Lance Armstrong's shadiness, but they have quite a presence.

The debate is couched in terms that express "concern" for people who are mentally ill, and no doubt many commentators do feel concerned about people with mental illness.

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A great post from Angel Fractured. I, too, am concerned that there seems to be a funnel developing around this series of mass killings, a funnel leading right down the drain and into the nut-hatch (sorry, DeeDee). For crying out loud, that last one didn't even have a DSM diagnosis: just a lot of conjecture about a "weird kid." Now they're going to have to put "weird" into the DSM, just to fit him in. And all "weird" kids will be watched for signs of impending violence. Dart guns filled with Haldol will be trained on them at all times. For as long as I have been capable of forming thoughts, I have thought that the aim of society is homogenization. Anyone who sticks out in a crowd is apt to get labeled and hauled off quietly (or not) to the looney bin. It's a good thing Big Brother has been a bit slow on the draw. He's missed some important threats to society like Einstein, Beethoven, Sylvia Plath, Charles Dickens, Virginia Woolf....but on the other hand, if I had to go hang out in the nut house with people of their (and OUR) ilk, it might not be so bad, assuming the food was good.

Bite me, Klonopin

I’m all for giving a med a chance.

But since the genius shrink said no tapering of Xanax was needed because the Klonopin would just take over for it, I’d like to know why after 3 days, I am still so anxiety ridden that I am snapping and yelling and bursting into tears because the panic will not fucking stop.

Many people have had good things to say about Klonopin.

Good for them.

Thus far, it is doing NOTHING for me. Nothing. Too soon to feel a response you say?


I took a Xanax, my head stopped spinning and I calmed down enough to be lucid.

I take a Klonopin…and there’s no calm, there’s no cessation of spinning. And it makes me too sleepy to be entirely lucid.

How is this an improvement?

My day has been shit. My kid has had a “push the limits” day and since I have had nothing to work on the anxiety, I am pretty much a basketcase now, so tired, so stressed, I have zero desire to do anything but go crawl into my bed and wait for sleep, because sleep is the only calm I have had for the last three days.

I wanted this to work. I don’t want to be treated like some junkie just because a certain medication everyone else has abused or had problems with is the one that works for me. But it just keeps coming back to it being the ONLY thing that works for my specific issues. Good or bad, it works. Fixing what ain’t broken is just fucking stupid.

And I am fucking frustrated and fucking pissed and using the f word alot and I don’t fucking care. Every nerve ending in my body feels like it is attached to an electrical pulse, pulsating with anxiety. I even lost patience and asked my kid today, “Could you be more irritating?” (And out of the mouths of babes, she said, “Yes, I be more irritating.” At that point, I was too busy laughing and feeling like a jerk to be upset with her.)

I am betting if I were to hit the Xanax stash, I would be in a different mind space entirely within a half hour.

That’s the bottom line for me. I wouldn’t even care if it was some herbal shit like valerian root, as long as it helped me with the issues I am having. A medication that does not fix what it is prescribed for is pointless.

I will give it some more time, since there were several major changes in my med regime made at the same time.

Thus far, all I can say is….

bite me, klonopin.