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I spent a total of about two weeks in the hospital, during two separate hospitalizations, right after Christmas. It feels weak to admit this, but I'm still having a very hard time dealing with it. The physical pain that put me there was so intense, I feel traumatized, in a way, by it. I know that sounds melodramatic, but it's the only word I can think of to describe it.
I came home to a hospital bed, and required a couple more weeks of near total bedrest. It took me probably six or seven weeks to get back to my normal routine, whatever the hell that means. It helped a lot to get rid of the hospital bed, but I've since thrown out every single reminder of that time in the hospital (like a hospital gown, and all the various stuff they give you). I can't stand any reminders.
It may not seem like it because I know I goof around here so much, but I feel so... I don't know, hopeless and sad. I got "smacked in the face" with how truly limited my life is. (Real quick backstory to this: I use a wheelchair full time, and have for thirty years or so.) I know I've had trouble convincing family members that I'm capable of being on my own, but now I'm having trouble convincing myself. I resent my slowly increasing lack of independence.
It just feels very hopeless to me. Life's a bitch and then you die, I guess.
Hope the AD's start working. I had to go five days without them due to a mixup with Dr and Pharmacy. *sigh*
It just feels very hopeless to me. Life's a bitch and then you die, I guess.
I spent a total of about two weeks in the hospital, during two separate hospitalizations, right after Christmas. It feels weak to admit this, but I'm still having a very hard time dealing with it. The physical pain that put me there was so intense, I feel traumatized, in a way, by it. I know that sounds melodramatic, but it's the only word I can think of to describe it.
I came home to a hospital bed, and required a couple more weeks of near total bedrest. It took me probably six or seven weeks to get back to my normal routine, whatever the hell that means. It helped a lot to get rid of the hospital bed, but I've since thrown out every single reminder of that time in the hospital (like a hospital gown, and all the various stuff they give you). I can't stand any reminders.
It may not seem like it because I know I goof around here so much, but I feel so... I don't know, hopeless and sad. I got "smacked in the face" with how truly limited my life is. (Real quick backstory to this: I use a wheelchair full time, and have for thirty years or so.) I know I've had trouble convincing family members that I'm capable of being on my own, but now I'm having trouble convincing myself. I resent my slowly increasing lack of independence.
It just feels very hopeless to me. Life's a bitch and then you die, I guess.
I know you struggle, and you feel so very much, but you have always been so great, such an example to me. Cate and Quili, too.
All of us don't talk as much as we used to. I am hugely guilty of this, but I always come here to read this thread and how very much we have leaned on one another for encouragement, a laugh, or just to listen. I'm grateful to all of you for being such great people. To everyone who posts in this thread.
Quili, you made a safe harbor with this thread where people can come in and relate...or just read and see that they're not alone, that there are reasons people feel the way they do, and that, even on days where we don't, we can overcome almost anything with great information and strong support.
I lurk alot over here (I know. I know. I can hear you, Quili )
I'm going through another down phase. This will seem snotty to say, but I can always tell who cares about me when I go through these things (This is not related to here, so please don't be offended. Not intended for this thread, but my own life).
I'm tired of going to the doctor and them telling me that I don't really feel this way or that, that it's because of this or that. Don't fucking tell me what I'm feeling or why. I found a place on Facebook that has helped me in regards to my thyroid and I have learned so much. However, I'm having to try and see a specialist now, because I have tried several times in the last couple of years to tell my doc that I can take that little pill for my thyroid, but I'm still having a lot of trouble, depression and soooo tired all the time. I can sleep and sleep and I still feel tired. I get out a lot, get sunshine, do activities with my daughter and family and friends, but there is never enough hours in the day to sleep.
I feel I look at things differently (not always in a bad way), but find that i don't want to be around anyone most days, and get to that point from time to time where I think, "If I didn't have my children...."
School, no work, and feeling like I'm just existing truly suck. It's easier to put on a smile and keep going rather than tell people what's wrong so they can look at you with that fake sympathetic look and say, "awww I'm sorry" and five seconds later find something else to talk about.
yes...I'm in a very dark mood today.
I found a place on Facebook that has helped me in regards to my thyroid and I have learned so much. However, I'm having to try and see a specialist now, because I have tried several times in the last couple of years to tell my doc that I can take that little pill for my thyroid, but I'm still having a lot of trouble, depression and soooo tired all the time. I can sleep and sleep and I still feel tired. I get out a lot, get sunshine, do activities with my daughter and family and friends, but there is never enough hours in the day to sleep.
WHAT?!?!?!
This is really unacceptable. Some asses need to be kicked, and fast! Your doctor can get you samples, or the pharmacy a hold-over. There is no excuse for you to be sans meds.
having a really rough time lately....
I'm seeing a psychopharmacologist who specializes in treatment resistant depression, in May - after 20 years of treatments that never quite did the trick (plus ECT). I wish I could feel hopeful about it but I have lived like this for so long that it's hard to really imagine another way.
I've started going to an Anxiety management class and had one meeting with a therapist. They want to start me on a low-dose SSRI but I'm worried that the costs will outweigh the benefits. My panic attacks are really infrequent, but severe when they happen. Any thoughts?
I fight depression about once a year.
I'm luckly know it when it comes.
I get into an unproductive funk it when it comes but I also have learned to reconise it.
I fight it.
I have had times that I've wanted to wack my self but you think about what it would do to the people you love and love you, so I fight it.
Be strong fight it.
I'm still here, no drugs, no shrink (hell I got a psych minor, they don't know shit) fight it, thats all you can do.
Fight it and don't give up because if you do, you're a looser pushing up flowers.
my wife suffers. The key I have found is consistency. If she is in charge of her meds, she'll either take too many or not take any at all and she is anything but stable. If I am in charge of her meds, her life becomes too comfortable so she complains that I am controlling her and that I don't trust her to take care of her own meds. It is a fucking no win situation for me no matter which path I choose.
I suffer panic attacks while driving which makes it hard. My comfort driving zone is very small. I suspect I am suffering from depression but that is most likely due to my divorce (which I am happy about) and the stress that was involved.