“You should think about going down to 50% until September” Those where the words that spilled from my boss’s mouth this morning, during a meeting that I had to request, in order to discuss how I’m doing on my phased return.
They stung! You’re no good to me now Loopy, you can’t handle anything and it’s costing us too much, is what I heard. All I needed was a supportive, “you can do this” but instead the last remaining shred of optimism for my future was ripped away.
I’m a burden, I’m incompetent and I’m very nearly done.
Tonight’s little sleeping pills are the same brand as those I used in August. It’s the first time a pharmacy has dispensed the same kind, in all these months. It’s a coincidence that they arrived today, on a day when I want to consume them all. I don’t have enough though, so I’ll just have to settle for a slightly comatosed sleep.
I have no capacity for stress, no tolerance for the all to familiar stares from other commuters, no cut off valves, when my face decides to spontaneously leak and no hope that this will ever change.
I wish I could see my old CPN. She’d know how to make me feel a little better. God I wish she’d come back…..
This week is proving rather stressful. I’m trying to stay level headed and rational but it’s difficult. Everything always seems to pile up on me, at once;
I’m going back to work on Thursday which is momentous in itself, but then throw in a psychotherapy assessment on Wednesday morning followed by an introduction to the lady who’s taking over as my CPN in the afternoon. Also I recieved an email this morning asking me to complete a work stress assessment form from my manager.
There’s too much to think about, too many worries to juggle and I’m not in the form today for any off it. Little man’s at home with me and I’m struggling.
I need to order my meds again and I can already see that the doses are wrong on the GP’s system AGAIN!!! They screw it up EVERY TIME My surgery are totally incompetent!
I don’t have the energy to sort it out today.
I went to the gym again last night. I didn’t go because I wanted to. I went because there was a strong compulsion to go, a compulsion driven by the fish supper I’d eaten earlier as comfort, but couldn’t expel as OH was loitering around me.
I also went because I was disgusted with myself, and I was craving the intensity, followed by calm that burning would usually provide.
My chest is in agony from a pulled muscle but I attacked the cross trainer with gusto! It did not lift my angst, or ease the self loathing that persisted to penetrate through my blasting headphones. I could barely breathe as I struggled to hold myself together, wheezy chested and tears tricking down my face camoflauged with sweat under a peaked cap.
I attacked the spinning bike before I left until my body couldn’t muster anymore effort, and my limbs were truely exhausted.
It was not a healthy gym session. It served it’s calorie burning purpose but there was no endorphin rush, just sheer exhaustion.
I came home soaked in sweat, showered and in place of the burning I still desperately craved I swallowed 3 sleeping pills.
Still sleep eluded me. Tonight I’ll swallow 4.
Today I had my last home visit from my current CPN. I just about held it together. I desperately wanted to hug her as she left, but had I done so, I would have crumbled and never let her go.
It’s another devastating blow. She’s assured me that her successor is as kind and competent as she is, but I find that hard to believe.
I’m returning to work soon and I feel like I need her. Everything is changing; new psychology refferal, back to work, and now a new CPN. When your mood swings like mine does, it’s hard to cope with changes. It’s tougher still when the person you’re losing, is excellent and irreplaceable.
I’m feeling lost this evening. I’m scared and stressed and not sure if I have the strength to keep going.
I need to take my bike out.
What are you going to do, to distract yourself?; it’s a question that i’m often asked. It’s relentless and exhausting!! Activity after activity after activity, all so that I’m not alone with my thoughts.
Today I dusted off our PS4 and whipped out Call of Duty. Psychologically speaking, sitting all day in front of our telly shooting machine guns is maybe not the healthiest. As a distraction however; it worked for a while. My eyes are tired now though, and I’m stuck on a level that’s frustrating me.
There’s a few more hours yet to kill before bed. What will I do now?
There are pills on my kitchen window sill and a dressing gown cord that I’ve been eyeing up lately in my bedroom. Half my head is shouting, just do it, DO IT NOW! The other half is reaching out for hope; YOU WONT ALWAYS FEEL LIKE THIS.
I am sooo tired……and scared……and alone……..
I was given yet another dosage increase today. A schedule of two antidepressants, a mood stabiliser, sleeping aids, 16 sessions of psychology, once weekly supportive chats………….and none of it’s working. My arms are raw and sore (and stink!), my stomach is rumbling since I expelled this evenings dinner, and I’m feeling defeated.
My little man is currently screaming the house down. Going home has completely messed up his night time routine.
I can’t hack it. If I go into that room, I’ll smack him, so I’ve sent OH up.
I swear I’m done. I’m no good for him, or anyone else. I’m done! I’m so fucking done!!!!
That’s it, my trip home is over and in all honesty I’m relieved. We’re up at 5.30 am tomorrow to head back to some normality.
I have no idea what 2019 will hold for myself and little man. What I do know is that I hold little optimism.
I’ve had teary sessions at home, with good reason and without. I’m still staggering, searching for footholds; but I keep slipping.
I have however regained some control over my purging habits, so that I guess is progress.