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I'm beginning to wonder if I've thrown the baby out with the bathwater.
This is my 2nd bad run. The first was a long time ago, and lasted 5 years. During that entire time I was functional. Seriously crazy, but functional. I worked. I had relationships, both romantic and platonic. I was a walking disaster but I managed myself. I did it by using all the usual suspects to bridge the gap between functional and not.
This time, I didn't want to go back there. It's been painfully hard not to, and I've come very very close to simply taking off for parts unknown I don't know how many times. I've lost a lot of time. I can't work. I can't sleep (well, or consistently at any rate, half the time all I do is sleep). If I wasn't getting repaid on loans I'd have no income at all. Just effing symptomatic, minus self medicating. Blah. Boring list. I'm bored by it, at any rate, because it's now almost 3 years into this run, and I can't take care of myself. I just keep getting worse. There's no bottom. I've got a shovel, apparently, and I can dig.
So I look at then, and I look at now... And frankly I'm seeing more success then than now.
I don't know if I'm trying to justify bad coping mechanisms I already know the outcome to, or if I've thrown the baby out with the bathwater by going completely puritanical and refusing to do any kind of self medicating. I can't trust my own judgement.
Thoughts?
I'm beginning to wonder if I've thrown the baby out with the bathwater.
This is my 2nd bad run. The first was a long time ago, and lasted 5 years. During that entire time I was functional. Seriously crazy, but functional. I worked. I had relationships, both romantic and platonic. I was a walking disaster but I managed myself. I did it by using all the usual suspects to bridge the gap between functional and not.
This time, I didn't want to go back there. It's been painfully hard not to, and I've come very very close to simply taking off for parts unknown I don't know how many times. I've lost a lot of time. I can't work. I can't sleep (well, or consistently at any rate, half the time all I do is sleep). If I wasn't getting repaid on loans I'd have no income at all. Just effing symptomatic, minus self medicating. Blah. Boring list. I'm bored by it, at any rate, because it's now almost 3 years into this run, and I can't take care of myself. I just keep getting worse. There's no bottom. I've got a shovel, apparently, and I can dig.
So I look at then, and I look at now... And frankly I'm seeing more success then than now.
I don't know if I'm trying to justify bad coping mechanisms I already know the outcome to, or if I've thrown the baby out with the bathwater by going completely puritanical and refusing to do any kind of self medicating. I can't trust my own judgement.
Thoughts?