I have it really bad today. On top of all the worry over my driver’s license, I now lost a lot of money on my phone and just spent an agonizing half hour trying to get the money back, without success. There was a lot of shouting and crying involved.
I’m worried that I’ll lose my mind. I’ve seen it happen to 3 family members including my own mother (twice). I’m worried that I’m heading that way.
I’m worried that people will come over and take me away to the hospital, the psych ward where my mother ended up. They force you to sleep in a room with 6 other people. I absolutely hate that. I’ve visited the psych ward - it’s terrible.
I need a fucking drink, but I know that it’s unwise to drink alone. I’m sucking on throat drops instead because I have a sore throat from all the yelling.
I’ve been in the psych ward(for one awful day/night). It IS terrible, and I use the fear of going back to reason with myself, sometimes, by telling myself I MUST chill out/take some deep breaths/call someone/whatever, otherwise I’ll be headed back. I think it’s just enough of a threat to keep myself sane.
Hm, awkward. I don’t know, surely she’s at an age where there’s likely to be some other sex questions/discussions, either with you or a doctor, so it can be incorporated into a larger discussion when the time comes?
I started SSRIs when I was 16, and although I’d never been sexually active, I was aware that certain feelings/urges were no longer there.
TMI
I know i am depressed. it has been nearly 1 year since I was raped. I am not coping well with this anniversary. I am still incontinent and have unexplained hooha pain. a year.
I am on meds that cause both constipation and diarrhoea (sometimes both at the same time)
I had to see the shrink today. they gave me less than 24 hours notice of this so I was unable to have a support person with me. this is important because the crappy televideo thing that have freaks me the fuck out.
it is getting easier and easier to just not bother getting out of bed
actually this still goes on here in the states too. I had insurance through my work when I became disabled. If I had been physically disabled at that time, that insurance would have paid out for the rest of my life, but since it was mental it only paid for one year. I guess they think mentall ill has an expiration date or something. :rolleyes:
most people have the social conditioning to be respectful of doctors, but they are doing a job and like anyone else can be incompetent.
I usually spend my 1st session doing the background history thing, but 1nd session I basically put them through a job interview. Therapy is almost as intimate (if not more so) than a romantic relationship, and we all know trying to find boy/girlfriends is hard! sometimes you have to do a little training with therapists giving them feedback of That is not helpful or I need more assistance in terms of finding support svcs or suggestions for new things to do/try as coping mechanisms, etc.
I have “broken up” with more therapists than I can count* but will definitely say when you find one that clicks its amazing. I usually tell people within say… the first 7 sessions if you have uncertainities or are only beibg listened to with no questions or guidance its prolly time to scout for someone else.
*the worst was the one who knew very well I have trauma issues related to religion but insisted I start therapy by reading Desiderata (or however that is spelled, it starts out lord give me the wisdom blah blah( I would tack onto the end of it “and the skills of a ninja so I may kill the assholes who piss me off” he lasted about 3 sessions. :mad:
I’m having a heckuva week - work stress, home stress, disrupted sleep, panic attacks, depression, and a respiratory illness that refuses to go away, in part because of all of the above.
I want to go sleep for a week and for the world to leave me alone while I do it.
Job interview today, after an absolutely horrible night of sleep, and my heart has been kicking up a hell of a fuss since yesterday evening. But if I get this job it’ll be brilliant, because it’s gardening, which I love and is good for me, but it’s INDOORS, which is preferable in the typically crappy Scottish weather. I felt rotten going in, as if I had the flu, but the vibe of the place is really great, and the people seem very nice, and I think I impressed them with my edumacation and experience, so fingers crossed. I’d even have the use of a company van, not only to get to work and back, but also for personal use if I so choose.
I have a feeling I won’t be posting much in the Workplace Griping thread if I get this one, unless I encounter a lot of disgruntled clients or their tetchy customers, which is always a possibility. But the work is stuff I can do and do well, and it’s enough hours to qualify for working tax credit, which will help keep the bills paid until Him Indoors manages to find something as well. So although my heart is wearing me out with its stupid shenanigans and I’m still achy and flulike with what I can only assume is a combination of anxiety and fibro, I feel optimistic and motivated for the first time in what feels like ages.
Fingers crossed for you! I think it’s just as important to talk about the good days- they are reminders to all of us that life doesn’t always have to be doom and gloom.
Ok, I have a dumb question. I almost started a separate thread, but I didn’t want to seem like a loser:
What do people do all day? Usually when I have a day off, I sleep for most of it. But I’ve been off work for a week, and I’m so bored!
How do people fill their time? I really don’t have any money to go a lot of places. I only have a few close friends, and visits with them have to be planned in advance, due to work/family schedules, and distance. And I’m obviously not feeling great, and my attention span is fairly shot right now…
ETA: The boredom’s got me smoking like a chimney, too. That has to stop.
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I had insurance through my work when I became disabled. If I had been physically disabled at that time, that insurance would have paid out for the rest of my life, but since it was mental it only paid for one year. I guess they think mentall ill has an expiration date or something. :rolleyes: