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Everything Depresses Me

Today we got our shelving and dressers and I could finally get rid of the last of the boxes. I thought that I would be thrilled and for a few minutes as I looked around I was.

I then realized I had nothing to do. I can’t do laundry until our washer and dryer come Tuesday and I can’t really make much food wise until the fridge gets here.

Plus it doesn’t feel like home. I know it will eventually but right now it feels like a house with our stuff and some new stuff put into it. I am sure some of you understand that.

I should be used to this feeling. I’ve moved a lot in my life. Used to amount to about 1 new place every year and a half but now it feels wrong.

I know part of it is the depression and part of it is the adjustment. I’ll deal with it I always do.


Do you GET it?

…the difference between liking to sleep in and seeing no reason to ever get out of bed,

…the difference between not feeling like cooking and not seeing the point in feeding yourself at all.

…the difference between the house getting a little messy and not bringing yourself to care enough to fix it.

I could go on and on but my point is, no one seems to really be able to fathom the horrors of being trapped in a real, true, clinical depression unless they themselves have experienced it. I’ve been trying to explain lately – to reach out a little for help or comfort – only to find that well meaning friends and family simply can’t wrap their heads around it, which only makes me feel more alone in my despair.

Yes, my therapist knows, Yes, my doctor knows. Yes, I’m trying some coping strategies…I got out of bed today, didn’t I? But most of all NO I CANNOT WILL MYSELF INTO HAVING THE MOTIVATION TO CLEAN MY APARTMENT, And yes, I am frustrated beyond frustrated and am at my wits end with this.

I take my medications (though last night I seriously considered not) which includes a cocktail of THREE antidepressants – Latuda, Remeron, and Wellbutrin. The Wellbutrin was supposed to drag me out of this ridiculous haze – it has yet to show any promise, but I still have to wait the full 6 weeks it may take to take effect before my doctor will do anything about the dose. I see my doctor regularly – never missed an appointment. I go to therapy THREE TIMES A WEEK – once for individual, twice for group sessions – so COME ON. I’m doing everything I can force myself to try to do – I’m trying to wake up early every day and make a cup of coffee in hopes that forces in motion tend to stay in motion, but that has yet to really work. I’m trying to eat half decently which is really a farce because all I can handle preparing is something microwaveable, plus on top of that Ive figured out I’m making myself psychosomatically deathly sick on my stomach for the past few months – but only when Im ALONE and AT HOME. My body is rejecting the situation I’m in in any way it can.

Basically it comes down to this – Im not sure I have ever felt quite so down and out. I find joy in nothing, all I ever want is to escape – but even when I do I’m not exactly the life of the party, I let the other person talk, feed off of their energy for as long as I can. I ran into a friend at the mall the other day and with a quick hello she became so concerned she contacted my mother to see if I was alright. Things are getting bad out here, folks – and theres no end in sight.


Do you GET it?

…the difference between liking to sleep in and seeing no reason to ever get out of bed,

…the difference between not feeling like cooking and not seeing the point in feeding yourself at all.

…the difference between the house getting a little messy and not bringing yourself to care enough to fix it.

I could go on and on but my point is, no one seems to really be able to fathom the horrors of being trapped in a real, true, clinical depression unless they themselves have experienced it. I’ve been trying to explain lately – to reach out a little for help or comfort – only to find that well meaning friends and family simply can’t wrap their heads around it, which only makes me feel more alone in my despair.

Yes, my therapist knows, Yes, my doctor knows. Yes, I’m trying some coping strategies…I got out of bed today, didn’t I? But most of all NO I CANNOT WILL MYSELF INTO HAVING THE MOTIVATION TO CLEAN MY APARTMENT, And yes, I am frustrated beyond frustrated and am at my wits end with this.

I take my medications (though last night I seriously considered not) which includes a cocktail of THREE antidepressants – Latuda, Remeron, and Wellbutrin. The Wellbutrin was supposed to drag me out of this ridiculous haze – it has yet to show any promise, but I still have to wait the full 6 weeks it may take to take effect before my doctor will do anything about the dose. I see my doctor regularly – never missed an appointment. I go to therapy THREE TIMES A WEEK – once for individual, twice for group sessions – so COME ON. I’m doing everything I can force myself to try to do – I’m trying to wake up early every day and make a cup of coffee in hopes that forces in motion tend to stay in motion, but that has yet to really work. I’m trying to eat half decently which is really a farce because all I can handle preparing is something microwaveable, plus on top of that Ive figured out I’m making myself psychosomatically deathly sick on my stomach for the past few months – but only when Im ALONE and AT HOME. My body is rejecting the situation I’m in in any way it can.

Basically it comes down to this – Im not sure I have ever felt quite so down and out. I find joy in nothing, all I ever want is to escape – but even when I do I’m not exactly the life of the party, I let the other person talk, feed off of their energy for as long as I can. I ran into a friend at the mall the other day and with a quick hello she became so concerned she contacted my mother to see if I was alright. Things are getting bad out here, folks – and theres no end in sight.


Chronic Fatigue, Fibromyalgia, Myofascial Pain Syndrome: What Do They Have In Common?

Hello dear readers.  I am writing this from a Comfort Inn in Grand Rapids, Michigan.  I am in bed.  I have been in bed for 26 hours, except for time out in the bathtub and walking Noga the Angel Dog, which I don’t do very often because she’s trained to go on potty pads.  That’s a blessing because these days I just don’t get far from a bed or chair.  Sigh.

I seem to have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.  Not so long ago it was called CFIDS, Chronic Fatigue and Immune Dysfunction Syndrome.  I don’t know why they (“they” meaning the committee of chimpanzees that decides our fate by means of the ICD, or International Classification of Disease, which is constantly changing according to progress in medical science and the caprice of its members) changed it, because it seems to exactly describe the phenomena we miserable sufferers experience: constant overwhelming fatigue, and a weakened immune system that results in our catching every virus that comes within 10 miles of us.

I take this whole thing very personally, because up till the year 2008 I felt just fine, almost all of the time.  In fact, except for when I was depressed, I lived a very active, even athletic, life, working with dogs and horses, skiing, hiking, camping, aerobics, dancing, weight lifting, Tai Chi, Kung Fu….hardly sedentary, and this in addition to my long shifts on my feet in the ER and/or office.

Then–wham–I started pooping out on the last leg of my third floor apartment.  Shoot, I’d been going up and down those three floors for over a year, so why should I suddenly crap out two-thirds of the way up?  I went to my GP, who ran a bunch of tests and found me Vitamin D depleted, and with a strange kind of anemia.  Since I complained of a rapid heart beat and vague chest discomfort when climbing stairs or hills, he sent me for an echocardiogram.

That showed a bit of mitral valve prolapse, which can account for all the symptoms I was having, but the cardiologist smirked at me and said that the degree of prolapse I had could not account for my symptoms, and that the only clear result of the echo was that I was “out of shape.”  This made me furious, as I walked everywhere I went, did yoga, and of course climbed stairs.

So, since there didn’t seem to be much wrong with me (although in retrospect all those things I’ve mentioned, if added together, could certainly cause fatigue) I took my perennial state of exhaustion to be the “new normal” and pushed on through it.  Then I started getting sore.  All over.  I went for Chinese acupuncture, took herbs, and prayed a lot, but if anything I just got worse.

At that time I had a thriving Medical Acupuncture practice myself, and kept right on working.  Every once in a while I had to call and reschedule a patient because I just couldn’t muster the energy necessary to keep my own energy field intact while doing treatment.

Then disaster really struck.

I was the holistic doctor to an extended family, who were also close friends.  I was at their home a lot.  One of the grandchildren became ill with a sore throat, runny nose, fever, and general miseries.  The GP did a strep test, which was negative, and since he was a very good GP, he did an actual physical exam (a dying art) and found that the child had a slightly enlarged liver;  so he ordered tests for viruses that typically cause such signs.

The labs showed that the toddler had Cytomegalovirus (CMV), which many people contract as babies or young children.  It is in the herpes virus family that contains chickenpox, Epstein-Barr, and other common maladies.  It’s usually a benign, self-limiting illness, but like all herpes viruses, it goes dormant and hangs out in the spinal nerves, and can, uncommonly, cause a mononucleosis syndrome later in life, if the immune system takes a vacation for some reason.  In people with severely compromised immune systems, it can cause serious illness with damage to various organs.

I got it.  The serious kind.  It affected my small intestine, and I lost 30 lb., and had to take digestive enzymes for the next four years in order to digest my food and not poop it out basically unchanged.  Thank God I am over that now, and can finally eat without worrying about whether I took enough enzyme to digest whatever I am eating.

I have had five HIV tests in the last three years, because various doctors could not believe that I acquired acute CMV (proven by blood test) and didn’t have HIV, because in order to get acute CMV your immune system has to be basically nonfunctional.  All of the tests came back negative.

Why did I just go off on a seeming tangent about my various symptoms and maladies?  Because I want to make the connection between Chronic Fatigue and Immune Dysfunction, and argue that although the ICD monkeys dropped the “IDS” from “CFIDS,” they are clearly wrong, as most of you with CFS will agree.

Yesterday when I was collapsed in bed, yet unable to sleep, I started cruising the Medscape physician-only site and found a great article on the science of Chronic Fatigue.  There was a link to another article on Fibromyalgia, and I started following the breadcrumb trail of a wonderful series of articles that demonstrated that these three syndromes are finally being taken seriously, and much research is being done.

The three syndromes, Chronic Fatigue, Fibromyalgia, and Myofascial Pain Syndrome, have much in common in that all of them involve hypersensitivity in different parts of the brain and spinal cord.  There is a technical difference between the two pain syndromes, but they overlap and I don’t want to complicate things more than they already are, so let’s move on.

Although these syndromes have been recognized by medical doctors for centuries, they have most often been chalked up to neurosis and shucked off as hysterical, or a personality disorder, or imaginary, since they are mostly experienced by women.

But over the last few years, several pioneering university-based neurophysiologists have taken to looking into the possibility that people experiencing these syndromes might have abnormalities in the parts of the brain that secrete neurochemicals such as serotonin, GABA, dopamine, and others.  It turns out that people with CFIDS/Fibro/Myofascial Pain have very different neurochemistry both in brain and spinal cord, in the places where pain is processed.  They also secrete abnormally large amounts of Substance P, which is a direct cause of pain, and other chemical messengers that tell the brain, “I hurt.”

Functional MRI (fMRI) testing showed that the sensitivity of different parts of the brain was turned way up in people with CFIDS/FM/MFP, and each syndrome shows its own distinct abnormalities, which do overlap in the pain syndromes but not in CFIDS, which has its very own brain abnormality.

Almost everyone who suffers from one of the syndromes will have sleep disorders.  The scientists studied this in the sleep lab, and found that the sleep EEG (brain wave test) was abnormal in two very specific ways, in almost all of the subjects.  The abnormalities explain why our sleep is restless and un-refreshing, and also why we get our best sleep in the early morning hours.

And when the researchers looked at the demographics of the three syndromes, they discovered to their horror that the suicide rate in sufferers is TEN TIMES that of non-sufferers!  That fact is, thank God, putting their feet to the flames; and they are actively looking for specific treatments.  But for now, we are on our own.

So what can we do to help ourselves?

So far, the prescription is disappointing.

The recommendations are: eat a healthy diet low in sugars, so as not to feed the overgrowth of bacteria and yeast that many people have as a result of abnormal immunity;  gentle exercise (yeah right, I just walked my dog about 200 yards and my legs ached for hours afterward); meditation (that does help me); muscle relaxants such as gabapentin and a whole list of others; acupuncture; DBT and CBT; psychotherapy and antidepressants to deal with the psychological impact of the syndromes and resulting depression; and pain medication if necessary.

On the subject of acupuncture, I can tell you with absolute honesty that I have cured, and I do mean cured, case after case of all three syndromes.  My clients got better, went back to work and their normal lives, and didn’t come back.  I know they didn’t come back for the reason that they were cured, and not because the treatment didn’t work, because I lived in the community and saw them around, and they referred patients to me.

One woman had such bad CFS and FM that she couldn’t even get out of bed to come to my office, so I made house calls for a couple of weeks until she was strong enough to drive herself to the office for treatment.  She went back to work after about six months, and needed no further treatment.

Sigh.  I wish I could treat myself, but the points are largely on the back.  The specific points and needling techniques are not part of the Traditional Chinese Medicine toolbox, so I guess I need to find an acupuncturist who is willing to learn the special techniques for treating the syndromes.

Until then, I guess I’ll soldier on.  I know I’m not alone in this battle to simply live life.


Working, Writing & Wishing

I’m fine and as your probably have seen already that I have been blogging my butt off. That’s a good sign for me. My medicine is THE BOMB and I love it. I just went to the med doctor yesterday and told him that I want to stay on where I’m at. I really feel …

Narcissistic….what????

I always thought I just had good self esteem and that it was good that I think I’m amazing.

Truth is when you combine bipolar with narcissistic personality disorder you get a mixture of believing your the worst and believing you are a gift to the world. Admittedly, I spend more time thinking I am a gift. But I think that’s what makes the down times so bad. Once I get in that negative place I can not get myself out of it. I spend days, weeks, and sometimes months thinking that I don’t do anything right and I’m a failure at everything.

I like being able to see the beauty in the areas I am amazing at. Every person needs these things and wants these things. Everybody struggles with whether they are making the right decisions or a good Mom or good employee. I believe every person has something they can be proud of. Today it might just be getting the kids to school on time but what an accomplishment when yesterday you couldn’t even get out of bed.

The truth of the matter is that anything you accomplish is cause for a small party. Yes, I made it through the day without yelling. I got dressed and went to the store and cooked for my family today. I realize these are small tasks but honestly for me some days it seems impossible. You know what though when you string one day together with two or three more you quickly get a week and a week turns into a month and pretty soon that yelling you did all day everyday becomes something that only happens maybe once a month or so. You have to make small change in order to create big change. And when you focus on one thing at a time you don’t get lost in the shuffle of trying to fix everything.

I think I forget that some people just get stuck in the bad and they can’t find their way out. It’s so much easier when you search for one thing and put all your focus on that.

Everything gets kind of mixed up when you start down the road to a healthy mind. I have found that even depressed my triggers and issues have just a little bit of a spin to them. Maybe that’s because of the personality thing. It is interesting to me that when I look up the definitions and symptoms of these two illnesses that they pretty much describe me perfectly. I wonder if I don’t put enough time into my personality order but at the end of the day. Right now I need my emotions to be more under control. My husband has even said “you’ve been narcissistic since we’ve been together, I can deal with that, it’s just who you are. I can’t deal with your emotions and your brain not working right and helping you to make bad decisions. ”
It might be a leap or something that I tell myself so that I can cope with everything. I don’t know. I do know that being able have some control is such a blessing. That even when I can feel my body reacting to an emotional situation I am more and more able to control my thoughts and my tongue. I hope and pray over the next few months and years I will be able to learn more and be able to truly get to where I want to be.

Stay blessed. Thanks for reading


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Scrawling on Walls for mental health

Local college ask students “to Scrawl on the Wall for mental health” This is COOL! A local college in the Canada is asking students to put up on designated walls about what affects/effects their mental health! How cool! GO CANADA!

Halfway

Halfway through grading papers so I should finish tonight.  Only some people are exhibiting an understanding of what they should be able to understand by now.  Which is why I get so frustrated with them.  But I only failed one person so that is good.

So my oldest is home for spring break for the first time since Christmas.  It wasn’t planned that she wouldn’t come home before now–it just never worked with her schedule.  But here she is again.

Every time  I see her again since she left for college, she’s more grown up than she was before.  She drove down in the snow yesterday, something I would never have dared do at her age (who am I kidding, at ANY age) and made it fine by following a snowplow for the first leg of the trip.  She and her friends created a giant text tree to let each other know when they got home safely.  Very, very responsible of them all.  Makes me proud. It’s so comforting to know we seem to have given her the tools to manage herself without us hovering or having to worry about how she’s going to handle challenges.  She seems to rise to the occasion.

Of course, we have three more years of this with her, so who knows what will happen.  The middle one is about to get a whole lot more responsibility in getting a car for her sixteenth birthday.  She’s about to go out and practice driving with her father.  I love watching them all grow up.  It’s so exciting.


Doing Battle With The Dream Warriors

Sorry, had to work a Dokken song title into this one.

Once again, I am doing the battle of sleep. It’s not that I can’t sleep. It may take awhile but I can get there. But after months of not getting more than two or three hours without waking up…
I think my brain is frying.

Last night was wretched. I tried to avoid the double xanax or melatonin. As I have said many times before, i don’t take shit I don’t need and if I think I can tough it out, I won’t take it.
but I knew we had to be up early today and the longer it took me to fall asleep the more likely it’d be that i’d sleep in.
By ten thirty I stopped caring and took a Melatonin.
And it still took over an hour to get to sleep. body and mind exhausted, brain still resistant to rest.

needless to say, I did sleep but woke up a few times. I do that when I know something out of routine is on the agenda.

Today we are at my dad’s in Bumfuck babysitting their dog while they are at an auction. yes, dog sitting. Pathetic. But dad said he’d put gas in my car and well, I have no dignity or pride left. Whatever. I am making an effort.
I feel hazy.
I don’t know if that’s the melatonin, interrupted sleep, or getting up at 6 a.m.

I do know I can’t wait for them to get back. I am outside my bubble and I dont like it. It gives me pretzel gut. I know we all have to challenge our disorders and try to face what we fear but…My bubble is the only place where I am truly safe and semi functional.
I already did the dishes for stepmonster. Now…I sit and wait.
And I know when they get back it won’t be a quick departure, they will talk my ear off.
Which will cause my anxiety to mount because I am 24 miles from home in the freaking boondocks and I don’t like being far from my bubble.

My kid has 9 days off for winter break at the end of the month. I am pondering sending her to her grandparents for a weekend sleepover. Then I might actually get solid sleep and if I can’t, well, I could take a trazadone and not fear being a useless zombie the next day.

I really need to see the doctor. But being under review if I go now it’s going to look like it’s all so well timed and malingering. Except I have the posts prior to the review coming to prove…I’ve been going down the rabbit hole for a while now.
It’s so frustrating and defeating, though, when you reach out to a doctor and tell them you’re struggling big time and they just act like it’s nothing.

so i wait for my next scheduled appointment. and try to keep my head above water.