I miss Nathan.
I am too embarassed to call him.
I don't want to talk to anyone.
I may have to stay another day in order to not come back anytime soon.
I wish there was someone who wants to take care of me.
I wish there was someone I would let take care of me.
Still have hallucinations.
Ups and downs,
Happy and sad.
Letter upsets me because they are so selfish.
No more selfish than I am.
Happy to talk to Dr. Larsen, very nice.
Back pain sucks.
Eye sight is not the best [side effect of meds]
Getting worse not better.
Need to be distracted.
Who would I be without the medication? I would never be able to function. I would be so anxious, so paranoid, so depressed. But even on the medication, I am unhappy, I am anxious, I am paranoid, I am alone. I miss having friends and being in love. I miss being able to concentrate on anything other than being sick. I'm worried things will never be that way again. I'm cold inside and out, all of the time. I am alone. I'm afraid I always will be. I'm just unhappy, so very unhappy.
I hope they will help me here, though I am questioning their motives. They don't believe me and Rick and Becky are my only hope. I hope to stay out of palcement. Tomorrow I will go to group as much as possible. The restlessness in my legs is so much better. Maybe Rick will put me on Buspar. I can't handle spending much more on meds.
My roommate is terribly annoying, so LOUD. They told me she wasn't too bad. They were lying. She never gives me peace. I just need some damn rest, some peace. I want to sleep but my back is killing me. Now my head is killing be because of the damn roommate. FOr god's sake, the nurses don't understand. They act like I enjoy being here. Trust me, that's not the case. I just wish I could calm down. I'm really scared about going to placement.
In this blog I talk about living with mental illness. I cover topics like medication, hospitalization, everyday life, coping skills, etc. I am honest about my experiences and often discuss my worries and thought processes that I have about relationships and life in general as it relates to mental illness.
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*DISCLAIMER: I am not a doctor, therapist, or health professional of any kind. I’m sharing things that I have been taught that have helped me (or not). This is my experience.
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