Daily Archives: April 21, 2016

Blogging Tip – Static Page Vs. Latest Post Display

Before I began promoting Authors and Books I always said that I encourage bloggers to display their latest posts instead of using a static page. The two methods serve two different purposes to me, but both are effective if used…

The End of the Purple “Reign”

  Kay was over for lunch today and was surfing the net while I fried fish cakes. All of a sudden she said, “oh no, please say this isn’t real.” Right away I asked who died and she said, “Prince.” … Continue reading

Heavy Heart

Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water. - Christopher Morley from BrainyQuote.com
Now that I filed taxes and got my parents settled in to their memory care community, I’m able to take a breathe and feel the weight of caregiving on me, on my now heavy heart. Struggling with the weight of caregiving for parents with dementia and a son with migraines while I live with bipolar disorder, the depressive symptoms of which threaten me now.

Hitting a bit of a depressive trough. Not up for much. Maybe, though, it’s not bipolar depression, but simply the weight of caregiving, a weight all caregivers feel. Pain. Sorrow. Mourning. Exhaustion.

Feel sluggish with this huge weight bearing down on me. The weight hangs there. The tears I hold back, but feel them just beneath the surface. I let them out only for a few gentle minutes at a time, holding back the flood for the long haul.


Filed under: Acceptance, Bipolar Disorder, Dementia, Depression, Mental Health Tagged: caregiving, exhaustion, fatigue, Grief

One of Us

To My Wife: One of us wakes up in the middle of the night trembling in fear and asks to be held like a child. Grabbing hold of one of our large stuffed animals that are ever-present on the bed. Curling up like it is impossible to get warm. Breathing heavy, the verge of tears. […]

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You left us much too soon.

Did you know how much we loved you?

Didn’t you know how much you had to live for?

It was just an illness.

It was just a thought.

They were only emotions, gone awry.

You were stronger than that, yet for an instant you thought you weren’t.

Do you know how much I wish I had been there.

How much I wish I had held your hand and walked you across the precarious bridge of your darkest thoughts?

That’s all it would have taken, just my hand grasping yours, but I wasn’t there.

It was just one little instant that wrought catastrophe…

We loved you with all our hearts, we still do.

You live in our hearts, you really do.

My son has your eyes, when I look at him, sometimes I see you looking back at me.

Your son and your daughter are…

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Better

So my middle one wound up with bronchitis and fever yesterday so she stayed home from school yesterday. She slept from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. Tired bear. She felt better today and decided to go to school.

I worked the food pantry again–we are having a food drive and had at least 100 grocery bags of food that needed to be sorted and checked in to the storage area at the church where we keep it.  It’s a job and a half but a better way to spend the morning rather than just sitting around the house.  I’ll go in next week too and see if I can help some more with any new donations.

My youngest has her piano recital tonight and I hope she will do well. I think she will. She’s worked hard to memorize her piece and it sounds good when she plays it.  She’ll likely miss dance but that is okay in my book. It won’t hurt her to concentrate on something else for one might.

My throat is still sore and I sound scratchy.  If it lasts beyond the weekend I will go to the doctor. But I don’t’ have any congestion, so I don’t think it’s anything serious.  I am taking cough drops to soothe it and see if that helps. So well will see.

Hope everyone has a good weekend!

 

 


Better

So my middle one wound up with bronchitis and fever yesterday so she stayed home from school yesterday. She slept from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. Tired bear. She felt better today and decided to go to school.

I worked the food pantry again–we are having a food drive and had at least 100 grocery bags of food that needed to be sorted and checked in to the storage area at the church where we keep it.  It’s a job and a half but a better way to spend the morning rather than just sitting around the house.  I’ll go in next week too and see if I can help some more with any new donations.

My youngest has her piano recital tonight and I hope she will do well. I think she will. She’s worked hard to memorize her piece and it sounds good when she plays it.  She’ll likely miss dance but that is okay in my book. It won’t hurt her to concentrate on something else for one might.

My throat is still sore and I sound scratchy.  If it lasts beyond the weekend I will go to the doctor. But I don’t’ have any congestion, so I don’t think it’s anything serious.  I am taking cough drops to soothe it and see if that helps. So well will see.

Hope everyone has a good weekend!

 

 


Still the Best I Can Be

This weeks Throwback Thursday is from April 29, 2013, which was titled “The Best Bradley I Can Be.” Today I’m still striving so it all applies except that I’m no longer taking classes. It was such a struggle and I wasn’t being successful that both my pdoc and my therapist requested that I drop out. […]

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“Out of Darkness”

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Sorry the blog is running a day late this week.

My friend Tammy wrote a book on depression and I wanted to get it, read it, and share the info with you all. I just got my hands on it yesterday, and I binge-read it. I’ll share more with you below.

This has been a roller-coaster week. My husband and I have still been feeling leftover mild effects from that bad cold we had. I still have the occasional cough, and he is still congested. It must be going around…as I talk with people all over the country, they’ve got either a bad cold or the flu. (It’s just now getting to be allergy season here, but that’s for another blog:)

My beautiful new blue and white quilt is going well. I cut up the fabric, sewed some blocks, pressed the seams and now have to cut the blocks up to make a pattern. I’m working on the cutting right now. But it is a very good sign that I am willing and interested in sewing again.

My biggest accomplishment of this past week is driving. I met a friend at the movies and drove both ways all alone. Yesterday, I drove to my psychiatrist’s office, off to a drug store, and then to a restaurant to meet with my friend the author. My husband was in the car during all this driving but he was on the phone for work. He said he felt perfectly safe and wasn’t nervous riding at all. Today I am going to meet a friend for that “Big Greek Wedding” movie. It starts at 4:40 so am a little nervous about it maybe getting dark when I get out. I haven’t really driven much at night. But that (and freeway driving) is a step I want to make.

My visit with my psychiatrist went well. He is very pleased with the Rexulti (other than the anxiety) and was pleased with my undepressed state.

I have been taking Klonopin as needed for quite a while now. Klonopin is a benzo, sort of a mild tranquilizer for anxiety or whatever. Of course, “mild” is a relative term. If you take a lot, it’ll knock you right out. Anyway, (as many of you know) benzos can be really addicting. So I have been careful to limit my usage. My doc and I decided to try to change over to another non-benzo med down the road. I’m going to keep taking .25 Klonopin four times per day to help with the Rexulti anxiety. 1.0 total is not a very high dose, so I should be able to get off of that fairly easily. He also reduced my Wellbutrin. He says the Wellbutrin and the Rexulti may be too “activating” together. I see him in a month.

Monday was the day from hell. I woke up and seemed fine but then started crying. Could not figure out why, just kept at it till about noon. Didn’t want to move or get dressed or anything. I really think it is swinging my brain chemicals around with these meds. Tuesday was a much better day. I was still fragile so I had a phone session with my therapist. I love her. I just click with her. We are working on my “having” bipolar as opposed to my “being” bipolar. She wants me to get that it is just part of me. I struggle because it feels like all I am is one great big bundle of mental illness. I didn’t go to my bipolar support group this week. Will hit it next time.

So over to this book my friend and her husband wrote. It is called “Out of Darkness into the Light” by Tammy and Rodney Buckallew. If you’ve ever wanted to know about the “feelings” of an everyday person with depression, I highly recommend it. More importantly, the section that her husband writes is mind-blowing. It’s hard when you’re the mentally ill person, to see it all from the spouse’s point of view. Rodney clarified and explained so much and I appreciated the honesty behind it all.

Tammy grew up in a fairly religious family and attended quite a bit of church. Unfortunately, it wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Her parents did a lot of fighting and it was an abusive household. From what I read, Tammy seemed to get her mental illness sort of wrapped up in church terminology. She believed (or does believe) she has angels watching over her. A minister told her that her illness was possibly from hell or from demons. Believe me when I tell you this is not something you want to hear.

Tammy had her first episode at age 20 and has continued to have them every 6-7 years.She has only been hospitalized twice. I am not certain, but I think I have been hospitalized about five times, so she’s doing better than I did. My hospitalizations are about 5 years apart. It is sort of like clock work.

One difference in our illnesses. Tammy had visions of hurting others with knives. I’ve had no issues with wanting to harm others.

She had a desire to go the “natural” way and avoid medications. She got involved with a shaman who said he could heal her with energy and I don’t know what all. It cost about $2100 and it didn’t work out.

One comfort activity she used was walking. She and her husband would walk to get ice cream cones. She also liked to bathe and do visualizations during that time.

She is doing well right now and is on comparable medications to me. She can have a depressed affect, but that is Tammy. I’ve never seen her “bouncy” but I haven’t known her years and years so it is hard to tell.

There is so much more to this book and I am doing a very poor job of reviewing it.

The strongest part to me was the part her husband wrote. There were many things I identified with including huddling in corners, using the bedroom as a “safe” place and not wanting to come out, the hospital experience, losing friends, and wondering “what is my purpose in life”.

I really identified with losing friends. Some people just can’t hack it (or they choose not to). It takes great class and stamina to have a friend with a mental illness. One thing I have learned is NOT to count on friends during the bad times. You just work it out with your family and  very special people. General friends are no good when you are sick. Some try to get it and they do, but can’t do it day to day.

So give this book a try if you can. I know you’ll get a lot out of it.

Out of Darkness

lily

 

 

Shrinking Violet

I was supposed to see the shrink May 2nd. I got a call yesterday that they needed to reschedule. Or should I say, I got a voice mail. Damn phone never even rang. Stupid piece of shit. Anyway, I called them back and the nurse asked if I was doing okay. I told her, not really. So she got me in today at 3:30 since they had a cancellation.

True to my norm, instead of feeling relieved and hopeful…My gut is in knots, I am feeling weak and vulnerable, and my anxiety is climbing to the level I can’t think straight to focus on anything. Tick tock goes the clock. Counting down the hours until I get my allotted fifteen minutes of being ignored. I want to speak up for myself, express how displeased I am being seen every two months when I am not doing well at all. How frustrated I am with never being able to get refills properly, or get a lab report read, or get an earlier appointment date rather than just a med change by phone…

Unfortunately, speaking up often makes things worse for you seem demanding and non compliant. Because ya know, you’re mental and they’re the professionals so any issue you might have is obviously not relevant and simply an overreaction.

Grr, my skin is crawling with anxiety. Pretzel gut is making me too uncomfortable to eat, which means I haven’t dared take my lithium yet. Empty stomach and lithium almost guarantees pukeage. Of course, sometimes even on a full stomach, I hurl.

I have to take my kid with me to the appointment. It’s not biggie. I don’t want to take her to my mom’s. And I am just waiting for the guilt trip for last weeks’  missed idget birthday and the inevitable accusation of, “You’re trying to keep me from my granddaughter because you’re a bitch”. My mom is warm and fuzzy with the calling me a bitch thing.

So much stress. And I am just exhausted. Even my bone marrow aches. Like muscles do after being sedentary then doing exercise. I can’t organize my thoughts let alone any projects around home or the one R wanted me to do. Maybe he found some other minion to do it. I admit when I am not functioning lucidly. (Damn it, I jinxed myself, he just texted for my presence and I suddenly feel the urge to use the “oops, the phone was dead” excuse.)

I don’t think I am ready for lock down hospitalization and shock therapy.

But to go from 120mg  Cymbalta plus 20mg Prozac, down to just the 20 of Prozac…How did this doctor not anticipate the depression worsening? I know they think mood stabilizers have anti depressant properties but for me…they do not. And I feel like his apathy has been a disservice to me. To take me off that doseage then say, see you in two months. I almost feel victimized, as pathetic as that sounds. But he’s the doctor, he’s supposed to help, not let things get shittier.

I’m whining, aren’t I? Because we all know how rare it is to get a shrink who isn’t half inept and totally apathetic.

Just…fuck this appointment anxiety.

Fuck friends who bully me and can’t accept, “I’m not feeling up to it” as enough of a reason not to do their bidding.

I gotta channel my inner badass, out from under the depression and anxiety which weakens me.

Must speak up for myself, MAKE this doctor see that I’ve gone down a dark rabbit hole.

What I can’t do is make him give a damn.

Frick.