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Showing posts with label mental health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mental health. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

What I had forgotten about depression

I have been battling the strong force of depression over the last month or so.  It is related to a whole bunch of issues, losing my job, weight gain from meds, loneliness, my hoarding problem, unhappiness, desire to be doing other things in my life, not achieving things that I want and much more.

It has been a while since I have battled the ugly pit that is depression.  I think that some of my meds have been working well.  I'm actually taking them everyday.  I'm working out nearly everyday.  I was working at a job that was challenging and keeping me busy. I was attending CBT regularly.Everything was sort of together. If anything I was on the high side of bipolar.

Over the last month not so much.

I had forgotten how exhausting fighting depression is.  Every limb feels like it has a concrete block attached to it.  I can barely keep my eyes open for 12 hours straight.  Lack of sleep, yet no desire to sleep.  A desire to be alone and on my own.  No desire to write, speak or express myself.  I've also noticed that I have been thinking about suicide in weird ways.  Not in the way of wanting to commit suicide, but just thinking about death.  It is odd.

I don't know where i picked up this quote, but it sums up how i feel perfectly:
I'm tired of trying, sick of crying, I know I've been smiling, but inside I'm dying.


For now, I will continue to fight as hard as I can against depression and see how things go.  Even finding some creative juices to pull out a couple of paragraphs today was difficult.  

Friday, September 23, 2011

the envious side of suicide

I have found myself over the last little while quite envious of a friend of ours that recently committed suicide.  I know, I know, you think I am crazy.  You are wondering what on earth has gotten into her head now.

I am not envious of the pain that she has caused any of the people around him, that I am angry about.  I want to scream and kick and shout at him about that.  I want to have the opportunity to get in his face one last time at my parents breakfast table.  Tell him that i love him and that I know that life sucks, but his wife loves him, his children love him, his grand children love him and there are things to live for outside of his depression.  I want to scream it so loud that he cannot stand to do anything else but sit there and listen to it ringing in his ears over the depression, screaming louder than anything else in his life.

But then, in the depths of my soul, behind anything that I choose to admit or feel, is envy.  Envy that Michael had the courage to actually stop fighting.  Stop feeling like crap everyday.  Stop putting on this face that says "I'm OK" on the outside, and is screaming "I hate life" on the inside.  He doesn't have to fight anymore.  He doesn't have to feel like a burden anymore.  He is free from the illness.  He does not have to go to bed tonight and wish that he could not wake up tomorrow just so he could find peace in sleep.

I will continue to fight the good fight everyday.  I have seen the pain that suicide causes through Michael.  It is not the answer. I must remind myself that it is not about me, it is about the people that are around me.  The pain that I feel, that I see the family and friends of Michael in reminds me that one's choice to take their own life is not about the relief of their own pain.  It is about the pain and loss of those around them when they are gone.  I think that this is what Michael has left me with.  His legacy for me and my ability to impact the mental health community is to talk openly about how I feel, envy and all, with others.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

6 word mental health memoir

This Tuesday on Mental Health Social Media Chat on Twitter, we all did 6 word descriptions of our struggle with metal health.  I really liked describing some of my struggles with mental health in a short spurt.  I thought that I would list some of the ones I wrote here:
  • I don't like my new normal
  • only I like the manic me
  • this new me is not me
  • Trying to like the new me
  • my history does not define me
  • nothing i do is good enough
  • illness is not who i am
  • may look strong, but i'm weak
  • another day, another day in bed
  • i present better than i am
  • there is so much of my illness i don't let ppl see
  • I'm alone in real life (by @beckami)

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Trying to keep it together while dealing w Seroquel & Weight Gain

I've written  before about the side effects of some of the drugs that I take and especially the dreaded Seroquel.  Recently it has become too much.  I can't seem to get it under control.

I have been monitoring how much I have been eating with Weight Watchers, where I successfully have been gaining weight nearly every week.  I have recently returned to Pilate's, 5 times a week, after not feeling like doing any physical activity at all, other than walking too and from work.  The drugs that I take make lethargy a huge reality.  They help me sleep, but stay in my system, suppressing mania through out the day, until I take them again at night.

I tried on all my jeans last night and none of them fit except the jeans that I recently bought by accident that were too big. Fucking fantastic. I was in tears.  The dress that I was so excited to wear too my sisters wedding looks terrible.  I just feel miserable.  I look awful.  I feel awful.

When I started taking all these mental health drugs I was aware that one of the side effects was weight gain and I was prepared for some weight gain, but not like this.  I believe and understand that I have to take them, but I am starting to resent every night when I drop two little white pills on my tongue.

I have never been skinny.  My weight had been high but steady for a number of years and I was fine with that.  I was comfortable at my weight and was ok not being skinny.  I dressed to suit my size and had people who found me attractive.  Now I am fatter and uglier and just feel disgusting.  It makes taking the drugs so much harder.  It is a battle everyday.

One of the worst things is that I don't know when it will stop.  Is the weight gain going to keep going and going as long as I keep taking these drugs???  Am I going to be 700 pounds one day and someone is going to have to remove me from my apartment with a fork lift??  Is the trajectory that I am just going to get fatter and fatter??  No one can answer me.

For now I am going to keep taking the Seroquel, keep taking the other drugs, keep going to Weight Watchers, keep going to Pilate's, keep walking to work and keep hoping that it gets better everyday, it's all I can do.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Mental Health Twitteratti

One of the most wonderful things about twitter has been that I know that I am not alone in my struggle against Mental Illness.  There are hundred`s of us, fighting everyday, to reduce the stigma of mental illness, educate others and find strength in numbers.  This group of fabulous men and woman have saved my life.  They are there when I am scared, when I am alone, when I need help and when I feel that there is no hope.

I have a list on twitter of all of my Mental Health Tweeples.  They are a great group and I thought that I would list them here, so if you haven't followed them you can!  My fabulous Mental Health Tweeples are:

  • @inspire_USA
  • @simplee_serene
  • @motherUnadorned
  • @elledud_1920
  • @_jennhicks
  • @alison_Bergblom
  • @icantican
  • @wegohealth
  • @mykinark
  • @strongia
  • @omararshad
  • @APAHelpCenter
  • @nytimeshealth
  • @EatsShootsEdits
  • @frelle
  • @Kendra_Fisher30
  • @johnalchin
  • @PsychToday
  • @stevenpage
  • @vetsPrevail
  • @twitterbo
  • @nowbie
  • @CAMHnews
  • @farahng
  • @MadPsych
  • @danigray
  • @soul_whispers
  • @bipolarxplorer
  • @moodlandUSA
  • @meplusbipolar
  • @chrisa_Hickey
  • @A_s_hoa
  • @webmiss007
  • @CMHA_VA
  • @sanaquijadamd
  • @BCMentalHealth
  • @KathyKastner
  • @ReachOutInUSA
  • @mrchriswagner
  • @HealthWorksBC
  • @walkforwarriors
  • @valcasselton
  • @CreativeFusion
  • @KristinJarvis
  • @bluefinch604
  • @SuperADDMom
  • @natasha_tracy
  • @DoctorGoofy416
  • @HappyKelley
  • @comingoutofdark
  • @GermanInAlabama
  • @concentratenow
  • @brookskent
  • @Abeeliever
  • @endstigma
  • @onetosix
  • @AnxietyRelief
  • @EndTheStigma
  • @ImpassionedCat
  • @MIAWCanada
  • @depression_news
  • @docJohnG
  • @ridedonthide
  • @RecoveryRabbi
  • @duskwynd
  • @moritherapy
  • @benpolar
  • @bipolarsis
  • @psychcentral
  • @Sucoreeway
  • @blackdogride
  • @perthtones
  • @voiceInRecovery
  • @jscreeb
  • @BipolarLine
  • @BiPolarMomma
  • @silver_ribbon
  • @unsuicide
  • @bipolarette
  • @MHSMchat
  • @susanmees
  • @pmerric
  • @stales
  • @NAMIMass
  • @petequily
  • @vivianb53
  • @Nannidale
  • @PsychBrownBag
  • @PsychDigest
  • @WEGOAmy
  • @DepressionSolut
  • @Mindful_Living

If I forgot you from my list, or you would like to be added, please let me know.

We meet as a group on Tuesday nights at 9 EST for Mental Health Social Media Chat.  If you would like to follow us, its easy to do so here www.tweetchat.com/room/mhsm Every week is a different topic, so feel free to read aloung or be an active participant.  Everyone is welcome.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

talking openly about Social Anxiety

3 years ago, I would have been the last person that anyone who I encountered would guess that I had any problems being the Life of the Party" or for that matter, organizing a million social events so that friends and family would be constantly socializing.  Life is so different now that I suffer from one of the least talked about, and one of the most difficult things to deal with....Social Anxiety

My social anxiety came into full ugly force in December of 2009 when i had a melt down in Jamaica which i have talked about openly here.  It has taken a lot from me and because you rarely hear people talking about their social anxiety, it is something that I have been dealing with quietly.  It has affected my social life, friends, attitude towards life and how I manage everything.

It is hard to explain what social anxiety/phobia is.  Everyone feels anxiety around certain social situations; first date, large presentations, work meetings....Social Anxiety/Phobia is greater than that.  It is a fear of social interactions, irrational fear, self consciousness,.....basically I feel very scared of all sorts of social situations.

I hide it well.  I can function at work, play nice with my family and attend group therapy, but all of that is a lot for me to do.   When my day is over at work, it has usually taken me enough energy to make it thorough the day that I just don't want to do anything with anyone.  Leading to a lot of seclusion and no social life.  I even find asking people/some of whom are my closest friends, to do things with me in the evening brings on huge anxiety.  It has started to impact every aspect of my life.

I think that one of the most difficult things abut social anxiety is that when you do make an outreach, it is often difficult for others to understand that, that request is tied into a fear of the unknown.  I am usually asking lots of questions about who will be there, is it OK that I attend?, where will we be? can i leave early if its too much? All of this comes out of the an overwhelming fear of any social situation.

The Mayo Clinic has some great info on Social Anxiety here.  It lists some of the signs and symptoms of social anxiety as:
  • Intense fear of interacting with strangers
  • Fear of situations in which you may be judged
  • Worrying about embarrassing or humiliating yourself
  • Fear that others will notice that you look anxious
  • Anxiety that disrupts your daily routine, work, school or other activities
  • Avoiding doing things or speaking to people out of fear of embarrassment
  • Avoiding situations where you might be the center of attention
  • Difficulty making eye contact
  • Difficulty talking
I count 8 of these as regular occurrences in my daily life.  It is a constant struggle.  I do know that I am being irrational in my fear.  It is ridiculous, but unfortunately it is always there.

One of the best, most irrational incidences occurred recently (about 3 months ago) when I fucked up another friendship.  A friend had put out an invitation on Twitter to go for sushi with him and his girlfriend.  As part of my social anxiety, I sent him a couple of tweets that for any normal person would be considered completely abnormal and for me were a normal course of thought.  I think that they resembled the following, "Is it ok if I join you for sushi?"  with it being an open invitation, the response read "Are you f---ing serious? It's an open invitation."  Little did he know that I was trying to know that i wouldn't be a social burden for him.  Social Anxiety makes one worry constantly that they are not invited, even in an open invitation.  I worry that I will be "too much" for others in a casual situation.  I think that he had likely had enough of my feeling and acting like I was "special" or not normal.  I understand, I just wish that I could have explained to him that these interactions were not me, they were the illness.  I do know that 30seconds after that interaction I was "Unfollowed" by him.  I wonder how many others I have managed to successfully piss off to the point that they can no longer stand being my friends?


So what am I doing to help get rid of, or minimize my social anxiety??  I'm doing psychotherapy, I take my meds, I am implementing my CBT (Cognitive Behavioral Therapy) and I'm trying to not be the one "CRAZY Lady" that I know I can be.  

This is just one more hurdle to jump up and over.  I think that I might send this post to the friend that I once had.  I certainly cannot explain it well, but I think this may help.  Mental Illness is just difficult on all fronts.  You can't see that I'm sick, I can't explain it well and it manifests itself in odd and awful ways.  It is one more thing that I have to try and manage.  

My only question is "Where is my old, social party going self?"  I am scared I have lost her forever.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

A dirty little secret....

I have written before how my apartment is a mess.  It is a defence mechanism against me ever having to have anyone over and a bunch of other things that I could list off, but I am now looking at it in a new light....

This weekend my mother and I watched a 20/20 about children of Hoarders. 



I found that as we were watching I couldn't breath, my anxiety was elevated, I was feeling clammy and gross, and I had no idea why.  I was scared.  It wasn't until I got back to my apartment on Sunday night from the cottage that I realized that I have an apartment that is at the early stages of a serious Hoarding problem.  (I would like to make clear that all my clothes are clean and I can still find my bathroom, living room and dining room, but what I can't see is my floor, my coffee table and a good deal of my dining room.) 

I feel so ashamed that I live like this and I don't know why I can't deal with it.  I have a senior level job that is stressful and I manage to do well.  I am acting like a functioning human being on the outside, but on the inside I am a mess. 

I think that this started in December of 2009.  I had had a breakdown while we were away in Jamaica before the holidays and when we got back I hosted a Christmas Party in honor of my youngest sister (#londonsis) in my apartment.  My tinsel, sparkly, large 8 foot silver Christmas tree is still standing, as are the 3 littler pink trees surrounding it from that night, December 23, 2009 - still decorated, still standing, like a big trophy for my inability to manage the life that I have behind my apartment door.

There are 3-4 piles of cookbooks, which I seem to have an absolute obsession with purchasing whenever I see one I like, a number of piles that represent past clients that I worked with in 2009 that I haven't been able to deal with given the way that that my work suffered when I was really ill in the fall of 2009, a pile of ironing waiting to be tackled on top of my ironing board that has not been put away in months, a huge pile of laundry that needs to be done, my shoes are in a big pile on my bedroom floor and things like my handbags surrounding me at my front door everyday....

How did this happen?  I think I just became unable to deal with life in December 2009 and this is the long term effect of that.  I don't share my space with anyone on a regular basis, so it has been easy to shut them all out and not have anyone see what a state my internal life is.

The challenge is now what am I going to do?  I have written this very open post because I think that it will help a bit to release some of the guilt and shame I am feeling.  I also hope that it will allow me to think about how I am going to manage my "mess".  It is no easy task and I'm not sure what the next step is, but I am meeting with my psychiatrist on Wednesday and I am going to try and be honest with her about the situation.  Maybe she has some ideas, or can help point me in the right direction.  Who knows?  I just feel like this is one more thing that I am hiding from the world that is impacting every aspect of my life that I can't seem to deal with. 

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

It's been a bit of a difficult month...

It has been a difficult month.  I just looked at my  poor, little, neglected blog, and realize that I have not written since July 20th and even then that was not a good post.  So in the last month things have gone hay-wire. 

One of my father's closest friends, who was also a friend of mine, committed suicide on the 19th of July.  It really hit me very hard and you would have thought that I would have gone to writing to express what I am feeling, but it has made me face my own thoughts of suicide.  I have written a post or two about this, but they are still too painful to post.  My father has also been diagnosed with Thyroid Cancer.  I know that it is 100% treatable (God willing) and that he will have the surgery to remove the thyroid at the end of August, but it sent me for a loop.  I'm also coming to terms with my own case of Hoarding (more in a blog post later) and how that is affecting my life and how I just can't seem to fix it.  My sister (#torontosis) just had a second baby and with that comes many of the emotions that I try and suppress...envy, jealousy.... you get the picture. 

So that is the tip of the iceberg.  All in all a bit of a crazy month, and I promise to continue writing.  Now that things aren't so raw, it will be easier, but still not easy.  I know that writing helps me get things out in the open and start to deal with them.  Fingers crossed as time goes on things will flow from my soul to my fingers to a keyboard...

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

"After their Death", a poem on suicide by Judith Pordon

AFTER THEIR DEATH

You might be covered
by eyelids closed
over your whole being,

or reach with desperation
for something alive
to hold onto.

Your fingertips will hide
in a fist. No more palms
open to life.

Humbled, the very ground
will seem so large. Someday
the earth will own you.

Or you see theres no time
to waste, and plow
into previously feared goals.

Try to be patient
if it takes you years
to return.

This is the exit from Eden,
when you have chosen life
while wanting to die.

This is the fall that gives
wisdom, perspective, gratefulness.
It is worth the crawl, back to life.

-Judith Pordon

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

The abyss of loneliness


This weekend, it became evidently clear again that I am alone and it sucks.

When receiving some bad family news on Friday over champagne, #londonsis had her fiance and #torontosis had her husband and baby, to hold on too, as we absorbed the information that we were being told.  I had no one.  No one to get home and cry to on the sofa, to cuddle up to in their arms just for some comfort, to hold their hand so that i didn't feel like I was going to fall off the deep end of the ocean into an abyss of fear, sadness and depression.  All of my emotions were mine alone, to process and manage the feelings on my own.  It was horrible.  It was even more horrible because I have really secluded myself from any friends that I had, and don't feel that I'm able to reach out to them now when I am back in crisis.

I so rarely feel like being single is awful.  I do single well.  I am confident in doing things on my own and I am usually perfectly OK with it.  Except that I know that this life is meant to be shared with another human being and that I do not want to be on my own forever.  On Friday and throughout the weekend, I was reminded that it is truly awful going through this life on one's own and this is not the life that I want to lead. 

But I am a lot to take on.  I know that the hope of finding a partner is even smaller given my mental illness.  Before I was sick and diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, I was just the girl with Migraines that battles chronic depression, but was still fun when needed.  Now I am the girl who is crazy, needs 10 pills a day to keep some form of sanity and has gained another 25 pounds because of the drugs that I am taking.  What man/boy wants to take that on? Not very many.

I rarely find men attractive anymore.  I think that it is a defence mechanism.  Don't worry, if you don't find anyone attractive, you will never put yourself out there, you will never get rejected, you will never have to face the fact that you are, as you believed, a lot to take on, too much for most people.  When I do find someone attractive, I am so eager for them to like me that I am destine to be over eager on all angles.  I am a relationship mess.  Sabotaging my own happiness, before it has a second to establish itself.

So here I am.  Me.  Myself.  I.  Alone. I wish I could change it, but apparently this is not going to be easy.  I sit at my desk, tears running down my cheeks, thinking that I may be stuck in this abyss of loneliness forever.

From Life of the Party to Get a Life

A couple of weeks ago, I was asked to take part in a radio show and discuss the impact of mental illness on my social life.  That radio podcast as well as a lovely blog post written by my friend Amy can be found here: From Life of the Party to Get a Life

I am glad that I did it and proud that I spent the time exposing this very difficult aspect of mental illness.  I am still a recluse, but I am working towards not being so isolating.  I try and book time with friends and this is helping a bit.  All in all, this is a long lonely path that I am on, and that is terrifying.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Raw & Honest Take on Relationships & Mental Health-An Interview

I had the wonderful and rare experience tonight of being interviewed on "Blog Radio" for HealthyPlace Radio.  It was a provocative and interesting experience.  I was very nervous to have a conversation about how mental illness has affected my social life, but I just listened to the 15 minute interview and I am quite proud of it.  It is a true, raw, honest accounting of how I feel.  I am surprised at how negative and sad it is, but then I realize that the situation is depressing.  The interviewer was great.  He asked some great questions.  One of the best was: "Where do you see yourself in 5 years?"  I haven't thought about it and the scariest part of it is, if I don't change my path it won't be much different from where I am now.  

I have attached the interview below if you would like to listen to it.  I would be interested to know what you think and if you feel the same way.  Please let me know.




Blog Talk Radio

Exposing my broken brain on the radio

This evening I am exposing myself and my broken brain once again, but this time on the radio.  I have been asked to be interviewed by the HealthyPlace Radio Show.  At first I was very hesitant to open up myself up to a radio interview and discuss my mental health; it is very raw, there is no do-overs, what I say is what you get, I had no idea what the topic would be, I was nervous about hearing my own voice talking about the hardships of mental illness...

My twitter friend, Amy, asked me to do the interview a month ago.  It took me that long to say yes.  I really had to think about it.  When I agreed to it, we talked about potential topics, everything from stress and its impact on bipolar, social life and the affect of mental illness on it, drugs and their side effects, working and bipolar..... Amy decided that i will be discussing how social relationships are affected by living with Bipolar 2 and social anxiety.

I have been thinking a lot about the topic and realize that what is most prevalent is that not only are my relationships affected by my mental illness, but they have pretty much disappeared because of my mental illness.  I am trying to think of why? what did I do to make that happen? how i am adapting to the new reality?  I expect to talk about all of that this evening.

Anyway I can be listened to here at 7pm Central 8pm Eastern if you care to join me.  I'm nervous, so wish me luck.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Law & Order:Criminal Intent deals with Mental Health


I have always found that there is one TV show that deals with Mental Health relatively well and that is Law & Order: Criminal Intent, particularly the character Detective Robert Goren played by Vincent d'Onofrio.  Now it is widely known that I have a 'made for tv' crush on that particular character, but what has really caught my attention recently is his time spent in therapy.   In the show they portray his mother as a schizophrenic and the Detective deals with depression/anger issues and the fears of the  being alone/not able to manage a relationship.

Today I was watching a taped episode and at the end of the hour, Detective Goren meets with his therapist.  The clip above is perfect and I feel like I could be in his chair, asking the same questions of my therapist "Am I capable of a relationship?? A family?"  The therapist's response is classic therapy "Well, we could work towards that goal."  I'm sorry, but not only is that an infuriating response, but WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT MEAN????  How does that help?  It does not advance the therapy session at all.  It is one of those moments in any type of therapist, patient relationships where you just want to scream at the top of your lungs.  I am glad I was able to capture it, even badly with my iPhone.  I am also glad that a tv show is demonstrating some of the frustrations of mental health in an honest way.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Mental Health Month Blog Party

Mental Health Blog Party Badge
So today is Blogging for Mental Health day and here I am, blogging and thinking about mental health, not only mine but mental health in general.  I have been thinking lately that if I believed in destiny or fate than I would think that I was going through the struggle of Bipolar Disorder and Chronic Depression for some greater good.  But I do not believe in either of those things.

I do think that part of my management of my own Mental Illness (I don't believe in recovery, if you've read my blog you'll know that I am all about the management of my Mental Health) is to talk about it with others.  I have found outlets through twitter, my blog, I have a bunch of people that I "mentor" or help on with their own mental health struggles,support groups, by doing this I have been able others, but also my self.  I've all of a sudden become an advocate for the mentally ill.  I am slowly but surely helping to end stigma with those around me, my friends, colleagues and online community.  I have, without my own permission, become a role model for others.  I work hard and I try and manage my own illness with dignity, some anger, the right drugs, frustration, exercise, sleep and always some tears.

Today I join others in this fight of mental illness.  Each of us, in our own way, talking, writing, somehow finding strength through our illnesses to find a voice.  These voices loud, quiet, painful, mad, annoyed, content, frustrated..... all joining together to speak for those that don't have a voice or haven't found the strength to speak yet, but more importantly to end the stigma of mental health, provide strength for others, to tell others about our experiences so that hopefully they will know they are not alone.

I am so proud to be one of the ones that is fighting this fight.  I vow to continue to find the strength, somewhere/somehow, to speak for those that cannot speak for themselves about mental illness/health, if not for them, then for myself.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Battling the dark room of depression

I wonder sometimes about how much I can take on before I break? Before i find myself unable to function again?  Before I become hypomanic again?  Before I am so depressed that I cannot get out of bed for days?  Where is the line and how much can I push it until it gives way.again?

I wonder if these are thoughts that other people who suffer from bipolar illness/chronic depression feel?  I think that on some level I have lived with this fear since I was 16 years old, when I first recognized that walking around in a fog of sadness and hopelessness was not normal.

Trying to stay away from that place that is cold and dark and sad and lonely and evil and where no hope exists is exhausting.  It's a battle everyday.  That place is constantly there in the back of my thoughts, hanging out like a secret room waiting for me to visit.  I take antidepressants/drugs, I go to therapy, I try and look after myself, I do Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, I go to support groups..... all of this is bolting the door to that cold, dark place closed.

Still, the darkness creeps out from under the door and it is a tempting mistress.  I know what life is like in that room.  I know that there is some comfort in the dark sadness.  I can hide there as I have before, and not have to struggle against it's constant pull.  Maybe I am more comfortable in sadness than in happiness?  

Regardless, today I choose the battle to fight against the dark and sadness.  I choose to give it 110% of my efforts to stay out of that room, away from that mistress, although it firmly has a hold on me these days.  I will try with everything that I have to stay on this side of the line.  I think its better here.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

The Wellness Wheel

I found this "Wellness Wheel" on the The Cutting Veg and I have fallen in love with it. It alligns very well with my view of overall health.  I thought that visually it was worth sharing.  I think the thing that is important here is that each of the 6 sections are equally represented.  They all balance each other out.  I have included the notes from the website on each section below.  Please let me know your thoughts? 


Professional

  • Job seeking skills (resume, interviews, etc.)
  • Having a dream and goal setting
  • Financial planning

Mental

  • Literacy
  • Mental health and illness
  • Lifelong learning

Social

  • Family and friendships
  • Communication and conflict
  • Oppression and privilege

Emotional

  • Anger/stress management
  • Sexuality
  • Supporting and being supported

Spiritual

  • Creativity and self-expression
  • Cross-cultural practices and disciplines
  • Community involvement–making a difference

Physical

  • Nutrition
  • Body image
  • Exercise

Trying not to be an island of one:My Social Life & Mental Health

Depression and mental illness are a bitch.  Not only does it rob you of your life for so long, all the happiness, all the feelings, all the desire to do something, anything, and then as if to kick you when you are down, it takes your friends.

I have been ill for so long that I now am at a stage where people have stopped asking how I am, they don't invite me out and I have fallen off the radar.  I understand.  I'm not fun to be around these days.  I'm unconsciously passive aggressive in some of my communication, I am crusty on the best of days, and forget my smiling or joining in on conversation sometimes, but I would still like the invitation.  I find it hard to be social, but the only way it is going to get better, is if I start to go out

How do you tell people that?  That you don't want to be left off the invitation list? That you are sick of hearing how much fun everyone else is having when you are at home.  I have tried to hint that I would like the invitations extended, but it does not work.   I can't invite myself to everything and i won't.  I feel like I have lost all my friends.  To be fair there are a few who are still reach out, but I can't keep creating the opportunities to socialize by being the one organizing meals, events etc.

I used to be fun.  I wonder if the fun me is the hypomanic me, but regardless, people used to want to spend time with me.  I added value to their lives.  I was a part of a lively social network.  People wanted to be around me.  Now I am a social network of one most of the time, struggling to remind people that I am still here, I still want friendship, I still am worthy of a "hello" or a "how are you" on occasion.  It is amazing how quickly we fall of the radar when we are ill.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Perscription for Living

I love the Mood Disorders Association of Ontario.  They are a wonderful organization that does wonderful work.  I saw this fantastic perscription pad on the table last week when I was there for my support group meeting and loved it.  You can check out the good work that they do here.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Battling the Monster: Anger and action of dealing with weight gain as a side effects of drugs

I have always struggled with my weight.  When I was younger I used to dream that one day I would wake up and want to be skinny and then I would lose weight.  Somehow there would be a switch in my head that would just go on and I would have a desire to lose weight.  I have written before on this little blog about my weight, issues with my weight and a lot of insight that I have on why I struggle with my weight, and all of that is relevant and important as I look out to my current situation, but I want to leave it behind.  I want to focus today on the fact that I am angry, and upset, and disappointed in myself, for falling pray to the #seroquelcarbsmonster.

For anyone that deals with schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, sever depression or a host of other mood disorders, has heard of the drug, Seroquel and its lovely side effect, The Carbs Monster.  Since I started taking this drug last April, so a year ago, I have put on 20lbs.  This is not 20lbs that I have to gain.  I had far more than 20 to lose. 

I am angry.  I am angry that I let this happen.  I am angry that I fell down to the feet of the "Monster" and did so with such vigor.  I apparently have taken the monster as a lover.  I feed him, he comforts me, we are good friends when I am so lonely.  What is so shocking is it is not like I am eating a hell of a lot.  I feel like eating a piece of bread just attaches itself to my hip and won't let go.  I didn't eat wheat, didn't drink caffeine or alcohol, in January, do you think I lost a pound??? Not a one.  On a diet of veggies, water and legumes, the Monster still won.

So what am I to do??  Well I joined Weight Watchers yesterday.  I just woke up last week and had had enough of these fucking side effects and decided to take some action.  I was so depressed when I was weighed and then after the meeting was told that my weight loss will be twice as slow given the drugs that I am taking.  Well that is just fucking wonderful.  One more great thing to add to the list of "Why I hate taking 14 pills a day".  I will battle the monster and hope that I win.  Everyday is a struggle to stay on track anyway, why wouldn't I add slaying the #seroquelCarbsMonster to the list???

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