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So, last Thursday was the perfect storm of just too many things gone wrong.  I’ve been having very bad pain days I think partially due to winter finally arriving to the Valley of the Sun(winter being relative but it is a change in weather nevertheless).   I had finally made contact with a therapist and I was nearly giddy at the prospect of getting into therapy and on the road to better mental health. The appointment was originally set for early December but a cancellation allowed me a chance for last Thursday.  Giddy!  Glee!  Unfortunately, I failed to ask a vital question when setting up my appointment.   They didn’t take my insurance and as y’all know I am broke ass.  I didn’t have the $225 or really, any money for the initial appointment.  So I thanked the front office person and left.

I sat in my car and cried.  I started off back home and my gas light came on.  I cried some more.  It’s a miracle I didn’t have an accident.  I did make it home though.

I felt so overwhelmed with what I felt was failure.

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I took a deep breath. I put the pills away.  And then I took a nap and cuddled with my kittens.

I still feel fragile.  And I’m cranky. Moody.  All of that fun stuff.  Dreading the holidays and feeling isolated.

I have $0.51 in the bank.  I would like to treat myself to Moravian sugar cookies.  A taste from home.

But I’m still here.  My story continues.

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Drowning

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On my rollercoaster ride of depression, I’m currently at a very, very low point.  I was finally able to connect with a therapist and my first session is tomorrow.  So there’s that.  I’ve been either sleeping too little or too much.  For the past several days, I’ve not been able to talk myself into getting out of bed until the afternoon.  I feel so useless.  Like why bother going through the motions.  I’ve been eating either way too little or too much of the wrong things.

Still waiting on a decision on my disability.  Meanwhile, I need food, gas, pet supplies. All of my bills are overdue.  I have no answers for the nice folks that keep calling me about them or sending me letters or email. Many of my clothes don’t fit anymore.  It’d be nice to have a pair of orthopedic slippers for around the house.  It’d be nice to go to a movie.

I’ve been trying to read or listen to music but that’s not really working on my anxiety.  It helps for a little while.  And I guess those small moments will have to do for now.  My dreams are full of all kinds of anxiety induced monsters.

I am hoping that therapy will help.  Except I am anxious about the added expense on top of everything else.  But I know I need the help.  But I will continue to fret.

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State of My Head

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Today I spent five hours sitting in a waiting room at the local DES office.  It was crowded and noisy.  Filled with all types of people: adults, singles, couples, parents with children.  All there because we are desperate and needy.  I saw dirty, unkempt people.  And neat, clean people.  And all those in between.  I saw people lugging all of their wordly belongings to this place in hopes of maybe getting help.

As well, I saw parents entertaining their kids.  Trying to make this long, often humiliating process a bit less trying and boring.  I saw people helping people.  Explaining the process to those new to it.  Encouraging worn down parents with fussy kids.

By the end, I felt as though I’d joined a fellowship of a sort.  I have a shiny new EBT card so I can now buy food and take some of the burden off my partner.

Sitting there, I was reminded of my childhood when we had to go check in with the government and assure them that no, we had not suddenly come into money and yes, we did still need food assistance.  Food insecurity is a terrible way to live.  Back then, we had actual color coded packets of vouchers.  It was embarrasing to go shopping and pull those out.  At least with the card,  you don’t stand out as much.

I sat in my car for a moment and felt…something..nothing.  I am dependent. Dependent on my partner. Dependent on my friends.  Dependent on the meager services provided by the government.  Dependent.

Health Stuff

Podiatrist down. Mostly good news. Yearly checkups for now. Need orthotics though. Gotta keep my feet all healthy and stuff.

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Next is dentist. I’m scared, honestly. My gums are in very poor shape. It’s likely going to take a lot of work to get a healthy mouth.

The earliest appointment with the rheumatologist I could get is late October but it is scheduled.

I have to get Finn fixed and microchipped very soon.

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Mentally/emotionally, I’m up and down but not as down. Thanks, effexor! Also trying to be social. I *think* I made some real connections Saturday night. Hope this is the start of really developing a friend circle and start putting down roots which is vital to my mental health.

 

My disability claim was denied as many, many, many, many people warned me would happen.  Now I have to decide if I have the spoons to get a lawyer and appeal.   It feels overwhelming.

I will note that I have made phone calls and gotten necessary medical appointments.  So that feels like a huge accomplishment to me.  I will also note that I have several other phone calls to make which I’ve not steeled myself to make as of yet.  I still need to see a nephrologist and a therapist and get my eyes checked.  And now I need to get an appointment to get my feet all measured for orthotics so they stay as healthy as possible.

Please do not tell me how easy it is to just call see: Why don’t you just…

I guess I will continue to get out of bed each day and do what I am able.

Special thanks to my lovely, generous friends who manage to show me in a myriad of ways that I am loved.

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Restless

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I feel like I’m waiting, waiting, waiting.   The requested evals are done.  So I am waiting for some strangers in an office not too far from here to decide if I am broken enough to receive disability.

I am seeing pictures from my friends at Pennsic and my friends travelling to Worldcon and I am wistful.  I want to travel.  I want to dress up in funny clothes and have magical encounters.

I miss my Nia.  She’s haunting my dreams.  I hope she’s okay.  Yes, I’ve tried to contact her but I have heard nothing back.  I worry, too, about my friend Beth.  I miss, as well, those friends and acquaintances from all of the places I’ve lived and visited over the years.

Worry is my old friend. I fret, as usual, about money.  I fret about being useless.  I couldn’t even hold the coffee carafe to fill it this morning.  I had to use two hands.  I had a spurt of activity feeding the critters (birds and kitties).  I fed myself too.  But then I was tired, tired.  I just want a nap.

Or I want to be elsewhere.  Or maybe someone else.  My 25 year old self, maybe.  Or in a different universe where I stayed in NC.  Or finished my degree and did good things for humanity.  Or never left Tucson.  Or ran off to join a commune.

I hate, hate, hate having to ask others for help all the time.  I remember when I was the one able to lend a hand.  Buy a meal or run an errand.

I am sad.  I am useless.

A Confession

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I am depressed.  I haven’t blogged about it or really written very explicitly about it in quite some time.  It’s because I’m in a truly dark place and depression lies.  It lies and tells me that no one cares, no one wants to hear about my feelings/struggles.  It tells me that people are tired of my constant struggles with depression and finances and my whining about my life when obviously I have many good things.

I am worried and stressed and my depression lies and tells me that I’m being stupid/silly.  Any problem I have is my own fault and I should just *fix* it already.  I’m not sleeping or eating well (this is very bad due to my eating disorder past and I know it but my depression tells me that it doesn’t matter).

My depression tells me that everyone around me would be better off if I disappeared from the world entirely.  That ceasing to exist would be a vast improvement to my current state of uselessness.

I’m wrestling with it, the darkness, my old friend, my depression brain.  I’m trying a new antidepressant but it hasn’t had a chance to kick in yet.  I’m applying music therapy and playing silly games and trying, trying, trying to shut out the noise, the lies.  I’m mostly managing to get out of bed everyday so there’s that.

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Haven’t updated in a long while. So, got out and skimmed the pool. Trying to do this every day but not always succeeding. So that was exercise plus time in the sun (need that vit D). It’s 9000 degrees here and the air quality sucks so I’m actually avoiding spending a lot of time outside at the moment. When monsoon season kicks in, I’ll probably go spend time on the patio post deluge when the air is clear and stuff. Hope it happens soon but the forecast for the short term is just very sunny and very hot.

I’ve also taken to dancing around the living room for exercise. The birds really don’t like my taste in music though.

Been having pretty bad pain levels in my right hand, right hip and lower back. Not sure why but hopefully, more movement will ease things. Or I resort to drugs.

I think I posted somewhere about taking classes to try to keep my brane engaged. I started with a full slate but quickly realized that I was being unrealistic and setting myself up for failure. So, I now only have Art History which I am enjoying quite a lot.

I managed to read yesterday!  I devoured an entire book in a few hours.  It was great.  My review is here: Flowers of Luna by Jennifer Linsky

Plus I’ve watched the Black Panther Teaser Trailer many, many, many times.  I’ve also watched a slew of blerd reactions videos.  I. Can. NOT. Wait!  So excited for this.  I really want to make a Dora Milaje costume.

Actually, I’ve gotten the urge to Make.  I created a crafty things wishlist on Amazon here.

Well, that’s it.  Still not sleeping well.  Still anxiously stressed about money.  Still overwhelmed by the news of the day.  Still overwhelmed by all that needs doing around the house.

But I have an adorable kitten and a wonderful, cuddly cat who purr and frolic.

Finn and Pete

 

 

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