Hi
Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 10:36 pm
Hi. While I'm new to the board, I've been coming into the chat for a while now. I couldn't even begin to say how long the days have run in together. See some familar faces on the boards. My name is hollyann in the chat too. Holly is my frist name, Ann is my middle name. Holly, Ann, hollyann, it's all the same to me.
I'm in the room daily since I found the place. I'm like the bad penny that always returns. Sometimes I have a lot to say, and well others, I just sit back and watch. Sometimes I can be long winded and at others it seems a simple hello is too much.
A little bit about me. I'm almost 26. I have a son that will be 9 this year. He's a reason to keep going on, even when I think I can't. My life. I've never been married, his father is not in the picture. There have been a couple of serious relationships where my son has called them father, but they both fell shy of lasting two years. So always been a single mom.
What brings me to this place? I have bipolar 1 rapid cycle, ptsd, panic with agoroaphobic tendicies. There have been times when its been hard to leave the house. While the anxiety and panic attacks still hang around some I'm able to leave the house and accomplish trips to the store, etc. But to just go outside, sit down, watch my son play is hard. If I'm out in the open, I pace, need to be doing something other than sitting. Walking, riding, writing, listening to music. Just something other than sitting alone, with just my thoughts in my head.
I don't have insurance. And currently not taking any meds. I'm supposed to be on a moodstabilizer, anti-depressant, anxiety meds. I go through periods where I manage. I say manage, because without meds, I'm either up or down, there's no inbetween. However the mood isn't always devastating. Both of my highs and lows can get that way. But fear of hospitalization when I have a child that relies soley on me is enough to keep me going and for me to keep the severity in.
I talk about me some. And what I'm going through in the room, but most of the time, unless I'm trying to relate to someone else, or know a person well I don't do much besides the pleasantries. And I do a lot of what I call automatic response. I'm okay, just fine, fine, the works. Sometimes I feel invisible. But I've spent a lot of my life trying to be that way... And sometimes I feel it doesn't matter anyways.
Well, I guess that's all I'm going to say. Probably more than I should have, and more than people would want to know... But thanks to those of you that took the time to read this...
hollyann
I'm in the room daily since I found the place. I'm like the bad penny that always returns. Sometimes I have a lot to say, and well others, I just sit back and watch. Sometimes I can be long winded and at others it seems a simple hello is too much.
A little bit about me. I'm almost 26. I have a son that will be 9 this year. He's a reason to keep going on, even when I think I can't. My life. I've never been married, his father is not in the picture. There have been a couple of serious relationships where my son has called them father, but they both fell shy of lasting two years. So always been a single mom.
What brings me to this place? I have bipolar 1 rapid cycle, ptsd, panic with agoroaphobic tendicies. There have been times when its been hard to leave the house. While the anxiety and panic attacks still hang around some I'm able to leave the house and accomplish trips to the store, etc. But to just go outside, sit down, watch my son play is hard. If I'm out in the open, I pace, need to be doing something other than sitting. Walking, riding, writing, listening to music. Just something other than sitting alone, with just my thoughts in my head.
I don't have insurance. And currently not taking any meds. I'm supposed to be on a moodstabilizer, anti-depressant, anxiety meds. I go through periods where I manage. I say manage, because without meds, I'm either up or down, there's no inbetween. However the mood isn't always devastating. Both of my highs and lows can get that way. But fear of hospitalization when I have a child that relies soley on me is enough to keep me going and for me to keep the severity in.
I talk about me some. And what I'm going through in the room, but most of the time, unless I'm trying to relate to someone else, or know a person well I don't do much besides the pleasantries. And I do a lot of what I call automatic response. I'm okay, just fine, fine, the works. Sometimes I feel invisible. But I've spent a lot of my life trying to be that way... And sometimes I feel it doesn't matter anyways.
Well, I guess that's all I'm going to say. Probably more than I should have, and more than people would want to know... But thanks to those of you that took the time to read this...
hollyann