With a secret (Triggering Material)
Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 9:43 pm
I'm writing cause I have nowhere else to turn at this point. I have recently separated from a husband who worships/loves me but I know I'm making him miserable with my depression. I have been sitting in my tiny apartment and once again my husband has visited and gone home frustrated and sad because he loves me and can't help me. He tells me to forget about my past (brother molested me, former battered wife, rape at 15) but I can't.
I cry all the time. I find joy in absolutely nothing. I am well enough to pull myself together for work, where I am happy-go-lucky, funny, and caring to people. Yet I am a complete fraud. I have done things in my past I regret and I ruminate on them. I think I should know how to take care of myself but I don't. I can solve everybodys problems but my own. Why????
My daughter and 4 year old grandaughter and my mom wanted to see me for Mother's day and again, I cancelled another get-together with them.
My bed is my oasis
Sleep is the sweetest escape for me, but it comes in small doses since I work a different shift every day. My sleep cycle is all messed up.
I thought my meds were working a little. Enough to function, but it seems I've crashed and can't function for the last 6 months.
My only hope is maybe a new med when I see my psychiatrist tomorrow.
I know people will tell me to see a therapist, but, I have seen 7 in my lifetime and all I do is sit there and give them the gory details of my abuse. No advice from them, I just talk, they listen, and collect their co-pay. I can't do that again.
Reading all your posts have been helpful. I feel selfish because alot of you have so much more stress than I.
I feel for all of you and wish I could help. I want to gather you onto my bed into my oasis of peace and quiet. We could eat Skinny-Cow ice cream cones, and watch Real Housewives!
It is comforting to know there is a support system out there.
Every nite I tell myself to get up and go to yoga class in the morning, but the morning comes and I am unable to force my brain out of the safe haven of my bed. With my t.v. and remote control, and a bottle of Klonopin on my nightstand just in case I get anxious. This is what I am. A person with incredible acting abilities. Noone knows my secret except you now. You and my cat. (Sometimes I think even he's judging me)
Any bedfellow advice welcome[/u]
I cry all the time. I find joy in absolutely nothing. I am well enough to pull myself together for work, where I am happy-go-lucky, funny, and caring to people. Yet I am a complete fraud. I have done things in my past I regret and I ruminate on them. I think I should know how to take care of myself but I don't. I can solve everybodys problems but my own. Why????
My daughter and 4 year old grandaughter and my mom wanted to see me for Mother's day and again, I cancelled another get-together with them.
My bed is my oasis
Sleep is the sweetest escape for me, but it comes in small doses since I work a different shift every day. My sleep cycle is all messed up.
I thought my meds were working a little. Enough to function, but it seems I've crashed and can't function for the last 6 months.
My only hope is maybe a new med when I see my psychiatrist tomorrow.
I know people will tell me to see a therapist, but, I have seen 7 in my lifetime and all I do is sit there and give them the gory details of my abuse. No advice from them, I just talk, they listen, and collect their co-pay. I can't do that again.
Reading all your posts have been helpful. I feel selfish because alot of you have so much more stress than I.
I feel for all of you and wish I could help. I want to gather you onto my bed into my oasis of peace and quiet. We could eat Skinny-Cow ice cream cones, and watch Real Housewives!
It is comforting to know there is a support system out there.
Every nite I tell myself to get up and go to yoga class in the morning, but the morning comes and I am unable to force my brain out of the safe haven of my bed. With my t.v. and remote control, and a bottle of Klonopin on my nightstand just in case I get anxious. This is what I am. A person with incredible acting abilities. Noone knows my secret except you now. You and my cat. (Sometimes I think even he's judging me)
Any bedfellow advice welcome[/u]