I am angry today because I am going to face my counselor who wanted me to try a new med for my depression. Well, let's say the experience I had was a surreal-er version of my life in hell. While on this new med I found out my Aunt has terminal cancer, had a melt down in Old Navy because they had taken the clothes I HAD worn into the store & mixed it in with their own clothes. Freaked out so bad that my friend made me call the PN. The PN told me to try the drug for 2 more days. I canceled all plans that i had made for the week-end because I could not function. Looking back I can't even remember conversations that I had during that time frame.
Went for a VERY (in my state I could have caused an accident) foolish 3 hour drive and convinced myself that the guy I had a date with was going to be my future boyfriend..I had planned our life out on the drive (some sort of manic thinking going on there). Got home all excited...only within time found out that he has just disappeared. GONE
Did not sleep more than 2-3 hours for 7 nights. Got up last Monday morning after just lying in bed for hours and paged the PN for help. This was 7:15 in the morning. She was so abrupt and uncaring about my situation. Laid into me for how she does not like to be PAGED. Panicked and scared for most the morning. Felt like shit for even bothering her. Once again I was reduced to nothing by a caregiver. She did apologize but the feeling inside of being abandoned by the PN who put me on these meds has not eased over time.
The day after this, my 21 year old son was sideswiped as he was making a turn. I am the only parent on duty. So, I had to gather whatever wits I could gather to go help him through this process. The accident was 2 miles from our house and I got lost 3 times trying to get there. The insurance proceedings were hell. Hours spent on the phone. Thursday my dad calls to see where we are at...I am weepy. He told me to stop crying, I hung up and went & got high.
Still feeling God knows what..I haven't felt the same since going on this med. And I AM ANGRY...for the lost time, for people not listening to ME when I say I don't DO WELL going on new meds. That it takes me at least a month to recover. Another 3 weeks of my life wasted away by this. And so this is just another layer in what was already a horrific summer of un-pleasantness. Needless, to say I AM PISSED OFF at most of the world.
I AM ANGRY AT MY DAD FOR NOT LISTENING TO WHY I CRY.
I AM ANGRY AT THE MEDICAL COMMUNITY WHO DON'T LISTEN.
I AM ANGRY AT ME FOR TRYING TO APPEASE SAID MEDICAL COMMUNITY.
I AM ANGRY AT THE THINGS I HAD TO CANCEL..WHICH WOULD HAVE DONE ME MORE GOOD THAN THE STUPID MEDS.
I AM ANGRY THAT I SHARED THIS HORRIBLE TIME WITH FRIENDS AND AM WORRIED THAT MY MED INDUCED INSANITY HAS SCARED THEM AWAY.
I AM ANGRY THAT ONCE AGAIN I HAVE LOST TIME TRYING TO FIX SOMETHING THAT I DIDN'T CAUSE.
Thanks for listening...felt good to get that out. Appointment is today at 3. I don't want to go. But, will force myself anyway...cuz that is what good troopers do. UGGHHHH