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littleoc
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I'm just venting, don't worry about this post. <3
I didn't go to therapy this week because the night before I realized I didn't know what I am supposed to talk about anymore, and then I couldn't sleep. Then I slept for like, I don't know, two days straight. I wasn't able to drive so haven't picked up my meds. I take 4 in the morning, but lately have had to only take 3 every morning, and today, only 1 because it's all I had. I doubled it to be sure I was okay.
At night I take 5 medications. Lately I've only been taking 4, and that's good enough I guess.
I genuinely think therapy is starting to become a hassle. I just can't seem to get back to a point where EMDR is even a question. All these medication shortages, housing shortages, food shortages, etc. It's like everything I have is up for debate at any second. I still have all my animals and that's what I'm fighting for, but I'm afraid I will lose them, now that they've all imprinted on me, and that there will be nothing to fight for anymore.
I've given up on almost all of my dreams and am trying, uncomfortably, to fit into a wet box with rocks at the bottom without floating to the top of the lake, because it's all I have. My friend reminds me constantly that no one is supposed to amount to anything, and that's not the point of life, and I agree. But, well. I had a lot to live for once. I'm really tired of having to feel like I was supposed to be something else. I don't even feel real anymore. I guess the alternative would have been having imposter syndrome, so, whatever. Probably being yelled at for getting my math wrong because I got too many head injuries to figure it out anymore and people think I'm an idiot for it.
I really look up to the Green brothers, as I wanted to BE them before they were anything and before I knew they existed. I haven't been able to watch their content lately because it's started to cause physical pain. Which sucks, because they are an endless source of good news.
I know my grandmother was proud of me, but I wish I had been honest with her more. I wish I would have told her that the reason we weren't as close lately was because I was being forced to hide my mom's behavior and how it hurt us.
Really, I don't even WANT to "amount" to anything anymore these days, anyway. I can't stand the attention. I don't want people to understand me, or acknowledge me, or care about me, or show me an ounce of empathy. Any perception of me is unwanted, even anyone just skimming these words. Honestly, and I hate saying it, but I still wish I could passively fade off without anyone being concerned about it.
So, in other words, a good time for Chanukkah this year. The hardest part of the year for people (and critters) living in the northern hemisphere, in general, as the body attempts to adjust to the new day and night cycle, the new temperatures, or simply realizes it can't, doesn't try, and prepares to die instead. Natural, normal, beautiful.
In a weird sort of low, it's the first time I didn't light a candle. Or was that last year? I don't know. Guess it's time to symbolically bright more light into the night, and say things like "wow, this oil is lasting for days," haha.
So anyway, enough moping: Gonna walk my dog and sleep soon.
First:
Three positives from the day:
Three times I felt safe:
Times I felt determined or etc.:
I didn't go to therapy this week because the night before I realized I didn't know what I am supposed to talk about anymore, and then I couldn't sleep. Then I slept for like, I don't know, two days straight. I wasn't able to drive so haven't picked up my meds. I take 4 in the morning, but lately have had to only take 3 every morning, and today, only 1 because it's all I had. I doubled it to be sure I was okay.
At night I take 5 medications. Lately I've only been taking 4, and that's good enough I guess.
I genuinely think therapy is starting to become a hassle. I just can't seem to get back to a point where EMDR is even a question. All these medication shortages, housing shortages, food shortages, etc. It's like everything I have is up for debate at any second. I still have all my animals and that's what I'm fighting for, but I'm afraid I will lose them, now that they've all imprinted on me, and that there will be nothing to fight for anymore.
I've given up on almost all of my dreams and am trying, uncomfortably, to fit into a wet box with rocks at the bottom without floating to the top of the lake, because it's all I have. My friend reminds me constantly that no one is supposed to amount to anything, and that's not the point of life, and I agree. But, well. I had a lot to live for once. I'm really tired of having to feel like I was supposed to be something else. I don't even feel real anymore. I guess the alternative would have been having imposter syndrome, so, whatever. Probably being yelled at for getting my math wrong because I got too many head injuries to figure it out anymore and people think I'm an idiot for it.
I really look up to the Green brothers, as I wanted to BE them before they were anything and before I knew they existed. I haven't been able to watch their content lately because it's started to cause physical pain. Which sucks, because they are an endless source of good news.
I know my grandmother was proud of me, but I wish I had been honest with her more. I wish I would have told her that the reason we weren't as close lately was because I was being forced to hide my mom's behavior and how it hurt us.
Really, I don't even WANT to "amount" to anything anymore these days, anyway. I can't stand the attention. I don't want people to understand me, or acknowledge me, or care about me, or show me an ounce of empathy. Any perception of me is unwanted, even anyone just skimming these words. Honestly, and I hate saying it, but I still wish I could passively fade off without anyone being concerned about it.
So, in other words, a good time for Chanukkah this year. The hardest part of the year for people (and critters) living in the northern hemisphere, in general, as the body attempts to adjust to the new day and night cycle, the new temperatures, or simply realizes it can't, doesn't try, and prepares to die instead. Natural, normal, beautiful.
In a weird sort of low, it's the first time I didn't light a candle. Or was that last year? I don't know. Guess it's time to symbolically bright more light into the night, and say things like "wow, this oil is lasting for days," haha.
So anyway, enough moping: Gonna walk my dog and sleep soon.
First:
Three positives from the day:
- Got to play toontown. My connection was lost twice and second time I didn't try to get back in. I am a little too depressed at the moment to feel anything fun from my favorite game, but at least I tried and used the time to also watch funny videos and try to make sure I'm hydrated and fed.
- I know how to recognize when I'm depressed and guesstimate what in my life, physically, could be making it worse.
- My grandmother's death hasn't affected my living state yet. Aka I am warm, have water, and somewhere to keep my animals for today, and probably tomorrow, and probably the day after that, and the day after that, and the day --
Three times I felt safe:
- Sitting here letting my thoughts out
- Being alone before my mother got home (no one asking me questions)
- Laying in the dark with my phone dead (before mother returned home)
Times I felt determined or etc.:
- I still feel determined to not lose any animals
- It is very good that I was able to identify my triggers today: depression related to sleeping too long, waking up in the dark, having to try to talk to my nephew and sister and mother suddenly, guilt from being unable to wake up for service doggy causing her to have to pee in the house (very happy she felt able to do this, because in the past she would have been too afraid to and I've been working on letting her know she won't be in trouble if this happens), watching a video that reminded me of my hopelessness because I can not just be given the money I would need to get out of my situation anymore, watching Hank Green talk about another new project to benefit more people somewhere else in the world (which shouldn't have triggered me but I guess it's useless to judge), worrying about if I'll be able to afford cat food before next year because I have to ask for help from other people, etc