TimidZiggy
Bronze Member
I was doing very very well for a long time and then a bunch of stuff happened.
First of all my dog died. We have two dogs so keep that in mind. This dog was my roommate's dog and was here before I moved in. I've lived here for ten years with that dog. Rather abruptly she just stopped eating, wouldn't get up, and it was obvious she was dying. Over a period of about two days she slowly declined. We got her to the vet when it was at its worst and that was one of the most horrifying experiences of my life. Turns out she had a huge tumor basically the size of a bowling ball in her stomach. It was compressing her lungs and she couldn't breathe any more. I nearly fainted when I saw the X-Rays. Needless to say the right thing to do was put her down.
This was about 5 nights ago. Two nights after she died MY dog (he's specifically mine as he was a birthday gift about 2 years ago) attempted to attack another small dog. This is the second time he's done this (First time he nearly killed the dog this time I tackled him in time to stop anything from happening. Sprained my knee and wrenched my shoulder). Not to mention that while this is all going on I get my period and I have a recent diagnosis of endometriosis. Yeah it gets worse. I am in debt. Massive debt. To a point where are the beginning of the month I was late on two payments. Of course this meant they charged me a late fee of 100 dollars on each account. 100 dollars I could not afford to pay. My cat also broke my phone (spilled soda on it). An 800 dollar phone completely gone and now I have something you could barely even call a phone. I know what everyone will say "be lucky you have a phone". Yeah I GET it. What people also don't understand is my phone was a security blanket to me. Comfort. It was my chat with the outside world and all my friends. It was a lifeline for me. Now all I have is a phone that makes calls, if that (cause it only works half the time) and texting which WAS my lifeline to help with anxiety is no longer a thing I can do.
The past few days have been HELL for me. Intrusive thoughts everywhere, flashbacks, nightmares, running on nearly no sleep. Started to sell all my stuff (stuff I have emotional attachments to) in order to cover bills. I am afraid I'm going to snap. I don't know what to do. I am logically aware that ALL of this all combined into one huge ball is what's causing my problems. It will pass. But will it pass before I lose my mind? Will it? I am not currently on medications because for one NONE of them were working (I tried 6 they all had severely adverse reactions on me even after the start up periods). My doctor will not prescribe me ANYTHING PRN even though it's been well established I will not abuse such things. She refuses me valium constantly saying I don't NEED it. Well if I ever NEEDED it, it's right now but no one will give it to me.
I am frustrated with my life. I don't want to die, I don't want to harm anyone, but I also cannot stop with the intrusive thoughts, anxiety, and flashbacks. A lot of times I feel detached as well. I have reached out for help. Really I have TRIED. They want to put me on heavy SSRIs AGIAN which will take 8 weeks to even start working, didn't work before, and I can't do right now because I NEED to start a job to cover these bills (and I have two job interviews this week). Starting meds NOW would be the dumbest idea ever. Yet my psychiatrist is convinced I'll totally abuse valium even if I have no actual history of abusing valium. My roommate who is FAR LESS panicky than me gets valium SO easily. My friend's cousin barely mentioned he had anxiety and they gave him a TON of valium. Me? No apparently I'm a drug addict cause...reasons?
I'm very frustrated with life right now. It SUCKS. I am constantly trying to get treatment, see a doctor, whatever but none of them are helping me. What would help the most if I could JUST SLEEP and valium is something that has always helped me sleep. I know after a few good nights of sleep I ALWAYS feel better but this is being denied me in favor of heavy medications that I don't even NEED to be on. This is a small period of time with a high amount of stress that's going to pass. It's a situation that I'm depressed over not a chemical imbalance (I don't even have a diagnosis of depression). WHY WON'T ANYONE HELP ME? How do I get my psychiatrist to listen? Switching won't work either because that will take 6-8 months and if you think I'm lying, try me, because I already thought about doing that. Where do I even go at this point?
I'm not suicidal or dangerous so hospitals won't do anything but offer me one pill on the premise and send me home but I can't keep going to the ER or I'll look drug seeking which I kind of am but for a good reason. Why does NO ONE take me seriously when I say this is just a bad situation of a whole bunch of stress piling up and it'll pass if I can just get some FREAKING SLEEP!?
First of all my dog died. We have two dogs so keep that in mind. This dog was my roommate's dog and was here before I moved in. I've lived here for ten years with that dog. Rather abruptly she just stopped eating, wouldn't get up, and it was obvious she was dying. Over a period of about two days she slowly declined. We got her to the vet when it was at its worst and that was one of the most horrifying experiences of my life. Turns out she had a huge tumor basically the size of a bowling ball in her stomach. It was compressing her lungs and she couldn't breathe any more. I nearly fainted when I saw the X-Rays. Needless to say the right thing to do was put her down.
This was about 5 nights ago. Two nights after she died MY dog (he's specifically mine as he was a birthday gift about 2 years ago) attempted to attack another small dog. This is the second time he's done this (First time he nearly killed the dog this time I tackled him in time to stop anything from happening. Sprained my knee and wrenched my shoulder). Not to mention that while this is all going on I get my period and I have a recent diagnosis of endometriosis. Yeah it gets worse. I am in debt. Massive debt. To a point where are the beginning of the month I was late on two payments. Of course this meant they charged me a late fee of 100 dollars on each account. 100 dollars I could not afford to pay. My cat also broke my phone (spilled soda on it). An 800 dollar phone completely gone and now I have something you could barely even call a phone. I know what everyone will say "be lucky you have a phone". Yeah I GET it. What people also don't understand is my phone was a security blanket to me. Comfort. It was my chat with the outside world and all my friends. It was a lifeline for me. Now all I have is a phone that makes calls, if that (cause it only works half the time) and texting which WAS my lifeline to help with anxiety is no longer a thing I can do.
The past few days have been HELL for me. Intrusive thoughts everywhere, flashbacks, nightmares, running on nearly no sleep. Started to sell all my stuff (stuff I have emotional attachments to) in order to cover bills. I am afraid I'm going to snap. I don't know what to do. I am logically aware that ALL of this all combined into one huge ball is what's causing my problems. It will pass. But will it pass before I lose my mind? Will it? I am not currently on medications because for one NONE of them were working (I tried 6 they all had severely adverse reactions on me even after the start up periods). My doctor will not prescribe me ANYTHING PRN even though it's been well established I will not abuse such things. She refuses me valium constantly saying I don't NEED it. Well if I ever NEEDED it, it's right now but no one will give it to me.
I am frustrated with my life. I don't want to die, I don't want to harm anyone, but I also cannot stop with the intrusive thoughts, anxiety, and flashbacks. A lot of times I feel detached as well. I have reached out for help. Really I have TRIED. They want to put me on heavy SSRIs AGIAN which will take 8 weeks to even start working, didn't work before, and I can't do right now because I NEED to start a job to cover these bills (and I have two job interviews this week). Starting meds NOW would be the dumbest idea ever. Yet my psychiatrist is convinced I'll totally abuse valium even if I have no actual history of abusing valium. My roommate who is FAR LESS panicky than me gets valium SO easily. My friend's cousin barely mentioned he had anxiety and they gave him a TON of valium. Me? No apparently I'm a drug addict cause...reasons?
I'm very frustrated with life right now. It SUCKS. I am constantly trying to get treatment, see a doctor, whatever but none of them are helping me. What would help the most if I could JUST SLEEP and valium is something that has always helped me sleep. I know after a few good nights of sleep I ALWAYS feel better but this is being denied me in favor of heavy medications that I don't even NEED to be on. This is a small period of time with a high amount of stress that's going to pass. It's a situation that I'm depressed over not a chemical imbalance (I don't even have a diagnosis of depression). WHY WON'T ANYONE HELP ME? How do I get my psychiatrist to listen? Switching won't work either because that will take 6-8 months and if you think I'm lying, try me, because I already thought about doing that. Where do I even go at this point?
I'm not suicidal or dangerous so hospitals won't do anything but offer me one pill on the premise and send me home but I can't keep going to the ER or I'll look drug seeking which I kind of am but for a good reason. Why does NO ONE take me seriously when I say this is just a bad situation of a whole bunch of stress piling up and it'll pass if I can just get some FREAKING SLEEP!?