Okay I am going to try to force myself to finish a post without getting side tracked. I have started a couple of times but then I get side tracked and by the time I remember it is bed time or time to go get one of the guys from where ever and then by that time it is gone from my mind.
So..as for me I have not been well. I am pretty sure I haven't been well for longer than I realized. I think or maybe it was worse than I really realized. I have been getting progressively worse. Not sure causes, I know my stress level is sky high and my pain levels are a source of constant agony and stress. I almost feel as though if I could just pay my bills on time with no worries and was able to walk around the block at least I might be relatively happy. Not to be though.
I have started to write things down for my psych. I made a list of symptoms that I have been having some for years, some only since around April 2010 and some really within the last couple of weeks.
Racing thoughts and though I have always had them it has become so bad that I can barely think. I can't complete the sentence that comes into my head because by the time it has reached my mouth I have forgotten what I was talking about. My brain has moved on to the next thing. I constantly have to go back halfway through my sentence to try to remember so I can finish. Everything I do Very frustrating.
I have become a skin picker. This started around April 2010 right about time my mom went into the hospital. I have scars all over my shoulders and my back. Wherever I can reach. I knew it had gotten out of control but didn't realize just how bad it was until I had to use the bathroom mirror to put on some small band aids and saw my scarred back. The bf has no idea. I have been very careful. He takes on too much as it is. I am the one who has to fix it and I will.
I am still having the vivid dreams and then waking in a cold sweat. I teeth chatter my way to the bathroom to wipe down, tinkle and then I have to grab a towel so I can get back to sleep without waking the bf. I usually wake up emotionally attached to whatever I was dreaming; bright, colorful, emotional, memorable dreams that leave me feeling drained
Miserable crying jags. I feel like a leaking baby. I must break out in tears no less than two to three times a day. I am so sick of living this life, so tired. It is such a tremendous chore to try to maintain some semblance of sanity.
Suicide has been a frequent thought but gone just as quickly. I will not leave my children. Do I wish I was dead? Ha, some times. I am so very tired and to think that I have to live this way only to worsen for however long fills me with dread.
There is more but that is the worst of it. My biggest reason for not coming lately is that I only have the same thing to say. I am miserable. I am making those around me miserable and I am afraid for my child's state of mind seeing his mother in this condition so often. I have considered going to the ER but if I am going to be miserable I would rather do it here at home and be treated with my very patient and wonderful psych who doesn't know just how bad things are yet. She knows about the racing thoughts and memory issues but I haven't said anything about the skin picking.
I finally got my bill paid off and have been able to go back.
I got a scrip for the new Saphris 10mg twice a day. I can feel it within five minutes of taking it. I can feel my mind lighten and it is so amazing that every time I took it I thought "wow" but then after five minutes it keeps climbing and I slip into the horrible feeling that my brain is trying to crawl out of my skull. Trembling, faint. Truly awful feeling. This was the third days morning dose. All I could do was sleep through that last dose while I waited for my psych to call. So I skipped two days and will try the smallest dose. If I could stay at that initial feeling I get when I take it. It is sublingual and burns the crap outta my tongue and even left a bit of a raw spot under my tongue on the 2nd day.
I have to go, getting an itchy feeling.
So..as for me I have not been well. I am pretty sure I haven't been well for longer than I realized. I think or maybe it was worse than I really realized. I have been getting progressively worse. Not sure causes, I know my stress level is sky high and my pain levels are a source of constant agony and stress. I almost feel as though if I could just pay my bills on time with no worries and was able to walk around the block at least I might be relatively happy. Not to be though.
I have started to write things down for my psych. I made a list of symptoms that I have been having some for years, some only since around April 2010 and some really within the last couple of weeks.
Racing thoughts and though I have always had them it has become so bad that I can barely think. I can't complete the sentence that comes into my head because by the time it has reached my mouth I have forgotten what I was talking about. My brain has moved on to the next thing. I constantly have to go back halfway through my sentence to try to remember so I can finish. Everything I do Very frustrating.
I have become a skin picker. This started around April 2010 right about time my mom went into the hospital. I have scars all over my shoulders and my back. Wherever I can reach. I knew it had gotten out of control but didn't realize just how bad it was until I had to use the bathroom mirror to put on some small band aids and saw my scarred back. The bf has no idea. I have been very careful. He takes on too much as it is. I am the one who has to fix it and I will.
I am still having the vivid dreams and then waking in a cold sweat. I teeth chatter my way to the bathroom to wipe down, tinkle and then I have to grab a towel so I can get back to sleep without waking the bf. I usually wake up emotionally attached to whatever I was dreaming; bright, colorful, emotional, memorable dreams that leave me feeling drained
Miserable crying jags. I feel like a leaking baby. I must break out in tears no less than two to three times a day. I am so sick of living this life, so tired. It is such a tremendous chore to try to maintain some semblance of sanity.
Suicide has been a frequent thought but gone just as quickly. I will not leave my children. Do I wish I was dead? Ha, some times. I am so very tired and to think that I have to live this way only to worsen for however long fills me with dread.
There is more but that is the worst of it. My biggest reason for not coming lately is that I only have the same thing to say. I am miserable. I am making those around me miserable and I am afraid for my child's state of mind seeing his mother in this condition so often. I have considered going to the ER but if I am going to be miserable I would rather do it here at home and be treated with my very patient and wonderful psych who doesn't know just how bad things are yet. She knows about the racing thoughts and memory issues but I haven't said anything about the skin picking.
I finally got my bill paid off and have been able to go back.
I got a scrip for the new Saphris 10mg twice a day. I can feel it within five minutes of taking it. I can feel my mind lighten and it is so amazing that every time I took it I thought "wow" but then after five minutes it keeps climbing and I slip into the horrible feeling that my brain is trying to crawl out of my skull. Trembling, faint. Truly awful feeling. This was the third days morning dose. All I could do was sleep through that last dose while I waited for my psych to call. So I skipped two days and will try the smallest dose. If I could stay at that initial feeling I get when I take it. It is sublingual and burns the crap outta my tongue and even left a bit of a raw spot under my tongue on the 2nd day.
I have to go, getting an itchy feeling.


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