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Saturday, 19 January 2013

It's really hard to write

I often think of things to write and then I choose not to because I feel repetitive. Caught in the endless hamster wheel, running and running while getting nowhere and becoming more exhausted.

Burning out while simply going through the motions of existing.

I am tired and sad and angry and depressed at the same time. In the same breath at times.

Tears well in my eyes, unexpectedly.

My head pounds. My anxiety is high again.

I had a panic attack that was triggered by seeing a shovel at Walmart the other day. What the fuck was that about?!?!?!?!!!!???

I don't know what else to say.

The groups make sense and what I am learning there seems to help temporarily but so much of what is happening to me these days is just VISCERAL.

What can I do for that?


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Monday, 17 December 2012

I never write

I think it's because whenever the thought comes to me, I'm on my phone and for some reason I always screw up and post a half-finished post and it makes me feel like a damn idiot.

I'm very sad.

The tragedy at Sandy Hook elementary school in the States really shook me to my core.

I've always been extra vulnerable to things that happen close and far away in the world because instead of having a healthy and natural separation between myself and the rest of the world, it's always seemed more like I have layers of white tissue paper and the rest of the world is red.

The events that happen are water, some are drops, some are storms and that effects how much of it ends up bleeding into me.

Yet another factor, another piece of this intricate puzzle that is my shattered psyche or soul - sometimes I'm not sure which it is. Perhaps both and the pieces have gotten mixed up and that's why things are so hard to separate because they've been intermingled for so long, in a damp basement.

Some of the pieces are stuck together and will peel if you try to separate them.

Of course it's a mess.

What else would you expect?


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Friday, 23 November 2012

Starting in some groups next week!!!!!

OK so I've been really down and struggling but I was referred into an out-patient program.  i am starting off slowly with 3 weekly groups:

  • Getting Started In Recovery - this group consists of 4 modules focused on goal setting, procrastination, challenging negative thinking & positive coping strategies
  • Distress Tolerance - the focus of this group is on the identification of emotions and the impact they have on an individual's physical, mental, emotional & behavioural state.  Grounding techniques, crisis tolerance, mindfulness and self-exploration are some of the strategies that will be explored in the group to help clients manage their feelings in healthier ways.  Setting time aside, outside of the group, to practice the skills learned, is an expected component of the group (*Note - I missed the first one as it started last week and I was accepted this week but I am OK starting this coming week rather than waiting another 7 weeks)
  • Bipolar Management Group - this group consists of 4 modules focused on Triggers & Warnings signs - What is Bipolar Disorder?; Causes, types Signs & symptoms of Mania, Hypomania & Depression; Treatment; Lifestyle issues, Coping Strategies, Relapse prevention & Recovery
Later on I would really like to participate in one of the Cognitive Behavioural Therapy groups and probably some of the others.

There are also a couple of relaxation based "drop-in" groups - one is called a Leisure Activity group and the other is simply called "relaxation group."

Sunday, 4 November 2012

*sigh*

I don't want to write because I feel trapped in this horrible cycle that I cannot escape.

That's it.
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Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Confession

Been bad with taking my meds...
Been either sleeping too much or not enough
Been moody, mostly sad

But I'm still here
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Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Politics

Some quick thoughts...

In America - I am pro-Obama!!!

Here in Canada, I tend to vote NDP (though I like some of the Green Party ideas)
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Tuesday, 9 October 2012

Getting some things done

Well yesterday was Thanksgiving so we were out most of the day.

Today I got my plate sticker renewed, went to the bank, ran an errand with a friend and took my son to Walmart.

I think that is the most I've done in one day since August.

Took most of the weekend to just be low key. No phone calls. No stressers. Just me, MOH and our girl.

The older two weren't home so it really was quiet.

We needed it


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Friday, 5 October 2012

Bullying never seems to change

My son is having a rough week.

He is in the only English class for his grade (the rest are french immersion) so he's had most of the same classmates since senior kindergarten.

This means being stuck with the same bullies as well as the same friends (barring moves).

Well some of his sometimes friends (according to him) took things further than not playing with him or trying to get him in trouble.

This week they called him "Spaz" and said he was "stalking" them because they take the same path home (one of them lives in the same complex we do)

He said a few of the kids call him "Spaz" - I told him it wasn't right that the kids were calling him names.

And it made me remember when kids would tease me. I was teased from K - 12. Lots of names, for what ppl claimed were lots of legitimate reasons. And "spaz attack" was one of the insults hurled at me.

So I can relate.

Today he came home a little late and said he'd been cornered by two of the boys.

One tried to hit my son with his scooter and then tried to punch him.

Hit his backpack instead. Nonetheless, my son came home, shaken and crying.

He doesn't want me to talk to anyone at the school, he doesn't want us to pick him up or meet him after school.

What does a parent do?


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