Journal Entry for March 13, 2008
March 4, 2008
It has been a rough day...The first time I've been scared scared scared anxious.
Seven and I moved into our new …
is feeling Good
I'm 33 and recently was accepted for disability, which was a two year process. I've had multiple diagnoses regarding my state of mind... When I'm good, I'm great, but when I crash, I can hardly function let alone work. My shining star through all of this is Seven, my dog, who loves me unconditionally. He gets me outside and gives me someone to talk to who won't judge. I tend to read a lot to enter other worlds, mostly fantasy and non-fiction. Sleep is also the way I escape the real world. Just go away...
March 4, 2008
It has been a rough day...The first time I've been scared scared scared anxious.
Seven and I moved into our new …
Feb 18, 2008
I'm over at Jeff's. I'm on a roommate strike. Once again all of my milk was gone. Fucking pisses me off. I barely …
i was writing about the evil of valentine's day and that i'm sure a larger percentage of people are disillusioned by this holiday that those …
i slept most of the day. i think i over medicated myself..alcohol, klonopin, seroquel. i guess it was in response to my shitty day. now it's 4 an …
so, not so bad, in comparison to the past few days. although it seemed like everything i touched today turned to shit, from my $80 grocery bill to …
David.
your a treat to the eyes .Luv ya baby ...sincerely REG
your roomate situation sux, hope it gets better, here's to hoping you have a good day
I'm sorry you are feeling this way.. I wish I could be there. If you read my Journal, You'll see I am moving to Michigan and going to school to Become a Pdoc. I wish I could come visit you before I go, but I'm leaving 29th of February.
I've been rather stable with the seroquel, and other than a dysphoric event this weekend, it's been mostly smooth sailing the last three months. The only thing I've introduced into my life recently is the fish oil.
I have had to resign from most of my jobs due to anxiety and panic attacks. I take time off, say I'm sick, whatever it takes...but this just leads to more panic attacks when I go back. What will people think of me? Will I be able to do the job? Will I start crying and make a fool of myself yet again? I know that most people are sensitive to my situation (bipolar) and they only want the best for me, but that little devil on my shoulder doesn't always keep his mouth shut.
I have no idea how long I have put up with this illness, but it's starting to drive me nuts. I'm just so tired. Every doctor, every town, every place I go we try to find the right med and therapy mixture to help me live an independent life. I'm currently working up to a therapeutic dose of a new med, Lamactil, a mood stabilizer. I live in a small town and don't have any close friends, ie the ones you can call when you are falling apart.
I've had IBS for years, though at first didn't accept it as a real diagnoses. Went through tons of tests, etc. before accepting it.
What to tell? When I was a kid I was very sensitive. At times I would cry for days and my folks would threaten me with a shrink. All through high school I wandered through an angry depressed haze. This has continued and developed into bipolar. Lucky me
stressful childhood. molested for years by neighbor. ugh, don't want to remember.
when i go into a major anxiety attack or just freak out at the overwhelming nature of my life i often look for a knife and pain to distract myself.
I got H when I was 18. ended up marrying the person who gave it to me because i thought no one else would want me. i was wrong.