Changing4Best
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It has been suggested to me that I share my Bipolar moods with someone, also the severity of them. I should do this every day. I realize that I may have even been misdiagnosed with Bipolar, because PTSD is sometimes diagnosed as Bipolar, before a full PTSD diagnosis can be made. Be that as it may, I thought I might do this online, keeping it as a kind of chart in prose, rather than trying to just write it in a journal and share it with my therapist. I am the kind of person who might write so much, that she could spend our entire therapy hour reading such a journal, rather than us doing actual therapy.
Hence this log:
So today I am frustrated. This is maybe at a 3 or maybe 4, on the 1-10 scale, where 10 is the worst. Kind of like when they ask you in the ER what your pain level is, on a scale of 1-10....
Anyway, frustration is probably due to a number of factors in my life. First off, I have to either give up someone who is helping me, or accept them to come to my aid when I am supposed to be at work. I can cancel work for that day, every week, and add to my workweek on some other day, but I am already so exhausted by my work, that doing this could push me over the edge concerning my energy level.
This is not good, because I have chronic Lyme Disease, you know, the one where you get bitten by a tick and then you get a bull's eye rash and then all hell breaks loose and you are sick for the rest of your life, unless you get properly treated with huge doses of antibiotics over a longish period of time. That last was not done for me, as I was diagnosed only by the time I had seen about 8 Dr.s over a 5 year period of time, and I was half dead, by the time they found out I had it. By that time, of course, I was already too far gone to be "cured" (I use quotes, because even so, hardly anyone is ever cured of this Disease) as it had invaded my heart.
OK, so I am chronically sick with a bacterial infection that never goes away. I am Bipolar or just plain PTSD, either way, I am affected by moods that kick me in the teeth. Suicidal Ideation has plagued me recently. Sleep has either overtaken me, or evaded me. Apathy about life in general has made doing ANYTHING difficult at best. All I really feel like doing is resting or sleeping, but then I get RESTLESS and want to pace. So I can't even do that!
Going out for walks seems like a good idea, but we have had so much rain recently....
I used to enjoy life. I had a friend named May who I used to love to just listen to. She tells the funniest stories! We'd laugh and laugh. Well! On the same day I got my new job, she moved some 800 miles away from here. So I have to work, which is not that fun, and I miss her so badly I could cry. I am poor, so I cannot afford the phone minutes very often to talk to her by phone, even with this new job, which pays very little. (Far less than minimum wage, long story as to why that is...).
Speaking of crying, I was on the verge of tears for several weeks, but they would not come. Finally, at church last week, when my pastor hugged me and said to me that she loves me, I could cry a little. I cried throughout most of the church service, in fact, embarrassing! At least I cried silently, and I was in the back of the church, so hopefully, not many folks saw me.
Life could be worse. I know. It sure could be better though, too! At least I have a home. I say this because I sure know what it is to be homeless, since I was so for about 3 years, back from the beginning of 2002 to the middle of 2004. I begged for money in the streets, had an abusive boyfriend who date raped me every night.... had no where to go, but stay in cheap motel rooms with him, ones I paid for with the money I begged. He was a lazy no good for nothing person who gambled and drank....
Anyway, I am frustrated. There are no other jobs available around here, plus I would lose more than I made, if I were to get any other job. I really don't like my job, but then who does like their job? Do you like your job? That is, if you have felt up to reading this even? Sorry it is so long. Thanks for reading.
I am adding this link, so that I can keep it handy, in case I need it while writing this Diary. It is all about how to best use the writing of a diary to help yourself:
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Hence this log:
So today I am frustrated. This is maybe at a 3 or maybe 4, on the 1-10 scale, where 10 is the worst. Kind of like when they ask you in the ER what your pain level is, on a scale of 1-10....
Anyway, frustration is probably due to a number of factors in my life. First off, I have to either give up someone who is helping me, or accept them to come to my aid when I am supposed to be at work. I can cancel work for that day, every week, and add to my workweek on some other day, but I am already so exhausted by my work, that doing this could push me over the edge concerning my energy level.
This is not good, because I have chronic Lyme Disease, you know, the one where you get bitten by a tick and then you get a bull's eye rash and then all hell breaks loose and you are sick for the rest of your life, unless you get properly treated with huge doses of antibiotics over a longish period of time. That last was not done for me, as I was diagnosed only by the time I had seen about 8 Dr.s over a 5 year period of time, and I was half dead, by the time they found out I had it. By that time, of course, I was already too far gone to be "cured" (I use quotes, because even so, hardly anyone is ever cured of this Disease) as it had invaded my heart.
OK, so I am chronically sick with a bacterial infection that never goes away. I am Bipolar or just plain PTSD, either way, I am affected by moods that kick me in the teeth. Suicidal Ideation has plagued me recently. Sleep has either overtaken me, or evaded me. Apathy about life in general has made doing ANYTHING difficult at best. All I really feel like doing is resting or sleeping, but then I get RESTLESS and want to pace. So I can't even do that!
Going out for walks seems like a good idea, but we have had so much rain recently....
I used to enjoy life. I had a friend named May who I used to love to just listen to. She tells the funniest stories! We'd laugh and laugh. Well! On the same day I got my new job, she moved some 800 miles away from here. So I have to work, which is not that fun, and I miss her so badly I could cry. I am poor, so I cannot afford the phone minutes very often to talk to her by phone, even with this new job, which pays very little. (Far less than minimum wage, long story as to why that is...).
Speaking of crying, I was on the verge of tears for several weeks, but they would not come. Finally, at church last week, when my pastor hugged me and said to me that she loves me, I could cry a little. I cried throughout most of the church service, in fact, embarrassing! At least I cried silently, and I was in the back of the church, so hopefully, not many folks saw me.
Life could be worse. I know. It sure could be better though, too! At least I have a home. I say this because I sure know what it is to be homeless, since I was so for about 3 years, back from the beginning of 2002 to the middle of 2004. I begged for money in the streets, had an abusive boyfriend who date raped me every night.... had no where to go, but stay in cheap motel rooms with him, ones I paid for with the money I begged. He was a lazy no good for nothing person who gambled and drank....
Anyway, I am frustrated. There are no other jobs available around here, plus I would lose more than I made, if I were to get any other job. I really don't like my job, but then who does like their job? Do you like your job? That is, if you have felt up to reading this even? Sorry it is so long. Thanks for reading.
I am adding this link, so that I can keep it handy, in case I need it while writing this Diary. It is all about how to best use the writing of a diary to help yourself:
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