I’m very numb. Emotionally yes I’m better, no 6 ft under lows, or cloud 9 highs For someone who supposedly only lives in black and white, all I see now is grey
It’s a weird state of mind. I think it’s my meds still doing their thing, but I need more joy. I thought a new car would gimme a buzz, but we picked it up.on Friday, and I just felt.. …. nothing really.
Problem here is, I think I’m grasping for a buzz, for some sort of instant joy, or just something!!! So I’m pretty compulsively gambling, and shopping. Wasting far too much cash and I can see it getting out of control.
Seriously need to nip.this on the bud.
I’ve not blogged in ages, but I think yesterday deserves a post. I’ve been quietly getting on with life. Quietly working, quietly parenting and quietly slowly recovering.
No more sleeping pills, no more self harm Less and less self loathing.
Yeah I’m still in therapy, but hell yeah I’m the most mentally fit, that I’ve been in years.
So yesterday, after almost 6 years off pretty intensive support, I was finally discharged from the community mental health team.
I’ll be honest, it’s pretty damn scary, but also pretty damn awesome!!!
You’re head is banging, frustration mounting, heart beat ramping up, a little rage is brewing……..yup you’re about to blow.
Stop crying, please stop crying!!!
It’s time to call the cavalry! That sweet, viscous, strawberry goodness.. By the time you’ve wiped the excess of his dribbly little chin, he’s out!! Spark out!!
Suddenly you notice his big eyes, his chubby rosey cheeks, his tiny little fists and you fall in love all over again. Until the next meltdown………….
Calpol (liquid paracetomol) is bloomin magic stuff
When will these bloody teeth arrive?
Hello all, I’m back. I took a bit of a blogging break for a while there. I read somewhere that we’re all basically big gooey organ filled, high thinking batteries and sooooo…..we should drop the things that drain us and keep those thing that charge us back up
My last blog was a while ago. I found myself drained doing them. Almost like sitting in an actual therapy session but without the support. I have started to miss blogging though.
So I’m back!!
I don’t want to do it anymore. I don’t want the therapy. I don’t want to talk about my insecurities. I don’t want to expose myself anymore. I want to quit counselling.
She’s lovely, but I want to run. I want to hide and I want to stay silent. I can’t do it JUST LEAVE ME ALONE
I’m too embarrassed, too ashamed. I’m too pathetic. Can we just stop. I need to stop!!
It feels too raw, too uncomfortable, too hard.
I’ve never really felt like this in therapy before. Is it just too much now, whilst being a new mum. Am I already spinning too many plates or am I just scared? Scared of failure at it, scared of being silently judged, scared off saying too much……or too little.
I’m desperate to lose weight. I needed a challenge to motivate me. Black and white thinking is a bitch.
Go hard or go home! I signed up Great Ormund Street hospitals 500,000 steps in November to raise some money for the great work they do.
I’ve just had a baby! Everything is stretched and sore but yeah OK loopy walk 10k a day, that’s no bother!!! Need to hit at least 16,666 every day.
Day 3 and my numbers are good. I’m already becoming a bit obsessed with it. I really need to lose weight.
Now that baby’s out, I’m throwing up again. Not lots, but enough I hope.
A wave of inadequacy.
Very tense, stressed, want to lash out. Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!
I should have told oh, I couldn’t face him tonight.
I want to self harm. I might hurt him, what if I hurt him!
I need to pass out, I want to zone out. I can’t do this. Want sleeping pills, handful, boxful, no just 1. Settle for 1.
Why bring someone into this crap world.
He’s so small, so delicate, so vulnerable. So completely reliant on us. I’m not up to the job. But I love him. I’m so confused. Love him, hate him, love him, hate him. LOVE HIM!
I want a break! Even though oh had been doing most of it, I want a break
I’m fucking useless…..
Fat, fat fat fat fat fat!.
Ate too much, wasted my walk. Puked some. Pathetic! Need to walk more!
Need a shower, ugly ugly ugly. Why bother!
Wow 500 posts, I can’t believe it. I never knew when I started a few years ago that I’d still find blogging cathartic. I know people read it, but it’s very much a blog for me. I dump my thoughts here, some of which I could never say out loud.
So what shall I talk about in my 500th post?
Sorry followers I know we’re all sick of it, but it has to be COVID. See getting dangerously I’ll, having a child and recovering from a C-section isn’t quite enough for me. I thought I’d catch covid too….
Bloody hell, what timing!! It’s all the in-laws fault! After 2 odd years of escaping this thing, I finally got a positive notification this morning. It’s spreading through the family and I became unwell over the weekend. Fingers crossed it doesn’t floor me. More importantly, fingers crossed it doesn’t hurt my little men.
I am worried about bubs, but what can you do? We’ve stocked up on Calpol.
So far I’ve experienced what feels like a bad head cold. I had a fever yesterday, but it’s gone today. Sore head, ears, throat and a cough. Some chills and muscle aches. Feeling a bit better today in comparison with yesterday. I hope that’s it.
Watch this space.
I’ve not really been sleeping and it was starting to reach crisis point. My psych consultant offered sleeping pills. I was shocked!
Long term followers will know that I previously battled a zopiclone addiction. I was buying it online, consuming 4,5,6,7………. pills at a time.
I was longing for addiction help, but it never came. I did it on my own. I quit. Stopped searching for them stopped buying them and to some extent stopped craving them.
The truth is you never really get completely over an addiction. You battle with it. Want to turn to it when you’re down, angry, lost and tired.
My psych offered me zopiclone. I said no. How about zolpidem? I reluctantly said yes.
The pills sat untouched on my dresser for a few nights. I was scared to take them………..then I did
I love that feeling, need that feeling, want more of that feeling! Now I’m scared for when the prescription will end.
I’m looking online, I’m craving them. I want to take a box full. I want to buy a truck load!!!
I need them!!!!!
Damn it loopy!!!!
Damn it psych!!!!!
I dont know why I do it, but I do. I’m starting to avoid little bubs. I’m robbing him off on Daddy. I’m lying in bed more and more.
This is what I do when I’m starting to struggle. I dont know why. I want to escape, runaway hide or whatever.
Maybe some people just aren’t cut out to be parents. Maybe some people should never have kids. Maybe I’m one of those people??
Damn it Loopy!