Went with my partner to his therapy appointment this afternoon. It was uncomfortable and rambly. She wants me to come back for the next one as well.
Went to bed at a reasonable hour. It was too hot. Then too cold. Then too hot. Then the CPAP was too noisy. Then the cat was too heavy. Then the blankets were too heavy. Then my partner was too close. Then I started thinking about all the things. Mostly how much money I don’t have. Then I got up to play WoW and distract myself. But then I decided to see how much I’d need to get current on all my bills ($750). Now I’m more down. No part-time and/or work from home job seems to be falling from the sky. None of the resumes that I’ve sent out have gotten a response. I read through the instructions for applying for disability. Started an application. Got discouraged and more depressed.
I want to just stop existing. Maybe move to an alternate timeline where I never moved away from NC. Or the one where I got my shit together after my mom got sick and nearly died when I was in college and I returned after the semester off and finished my degree, got a decent job and helped her and my family. Or the one where I stayed healthy. Or the one where I never moved to CA. Or the one where I’m an entirely different person who can function.
Yep. Again. Details at the link. I really want to create again. I want to get beads and make jewelry. I want to get fabric and make clothing and costumes. I want to give value to those who have been so generous to me.
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Made it through 2016. Barely. It was a difficult year in so many ways. Both personally and politically (societally). I had a few really, really good moments:
And many not so good moments. My depression is…well, as up and down as it goes. I had a good therapist before moving back to AZ and that helped so very much. I haven’t yet found one here. My energy is being expended on my physical health plus external stuff (relationships, finances and the like). The election, the numerous celebrity deaths have also had an impact.
I have to make changes or I will die. Not kidding. My health needs to come first. Self-care has always been difficult for me. I invest so much in caring for others. I have to do it if I want to continue on in this life.
Part of self-care is writing, writing, writing. So I will make a greater effort to blog more regularly.
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I love this piece. I have a nice dose of anxiety to go along with my depression so the experiences outlined in it resonated with me. However, the intro to the piece is really, really, really important. Those of us who can be open not only help ourselves, we help destigmatize mental illness. We try to show those with mental illness that they are not alone and others do grok. We try to show those without mental illness just how incredibly brutal and debilitating it is. We try to sow compassion and understanding.
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