The same

Same

Same

Hi everyone,

I thought I would look at my blog now and see the last few posts and see if anything is mew with me. Only one new thing is happening, asides from that, everything else is the same and this has just become my day to day life that I can’t get out of. My last 3 posts show what’s been going on, so there is no need for a 4th post to say exactly the same.

The only thing is that I am moving apartments in another 10 days or so. The apartment came up as an idea from my brother in law who knows the lady who owns the apartment very well, and he saw the size of it and the price and saw it is much better for what I am paying for now. I’m only moving one street over and the location is just as good. The rent is less, however, I need to pay for electricity there; where here, everything has been included. However, the electricity I need to pay on this new apartment is low, so each money I am saving a nice amount of money so this will mean I will have less financial stress. I’m still walking around in the same 3 tops and 2 skirts, and it’s not nice, but hopefully once I move to the new place, it will mean I will have a little extra money to spend wisely.

Very tough for me at this time of year. Beginning of August. When I was in England to try and get help and it was an awful experience, then I came back abroad at the beginning of 2013 after being there for 6 months. Then after a number of days I was back abroad, the friend that I had been in hospital with for 2 years ended her own life, so it’s coming up to 2 years since her death. I’m still angry, upset, confused, in disbelief, questioning and all the other things that go with grief. It’s another one of my issues that has hardly been spoken about. Just don’t know where to start with me and what is ‘more important’ than the other thing, or the other thing, or the other thing.

I’ve not met with the new psychiatrist again. I tried to call her but she’s never called me back so I met her once a couple of months ago and that is that for now with her. I don’t have any therapy so my head is spinning another 100mph fast with thoughts, memories, worries, fears, negativity, etc. The care worker I have had for over a year has just gone on a 3 week holiday, and as I am not meeting with the psychiatrist, have no psychologist, it means that I only have my social worker left who I meet with once a week for 45 minutes. My care worker asked me before she left for holiday about what we would do whilst she is away because I am already seriously lacking in support these days. I said that I would like to ask my social worker to meet with me twice a week instead of once, and do that for 2-3 weeks until my care worker is back. My care worker agreed and then my social worker asked what I wanted to do and I said I’d discussed it with my care worker and we see it’d be ideal if I could meet with you twice a week just for the next 2-3 weeks. She works short hours, they all do, I don’t know why. She said she had no other time to meet with me and said ‘ah, we can do a 15 minute phone call once a week, what about that?’. Honestly, I hesitated and she saw. She already gives me and maybe others the feeling that we are a hassle. But it really there duty of care to make sure I am OK too, as well as me making sure I am trying my absolute best too. But now, no phone call, just one meeting a week where she sets her phone alarm to go off every 15 minutes so she can track time. It drives me crazy. Just look at your watch woman, I won’t take offense!

Nothing else. Nothing. Been feeling really tired and can’t stay awake sometimes, I literally crash. And because I’m so exhausted I guess I get in to a deeper sleep and then the nightmares and flashbacks, night sweats, uncontrollable crying comes along and I feel even worse for having slept.

I guess it would appear the my entire life is all a catch 22 situation.

I really think it is.

Sorry. No hope. No movement. No change. No progression in any way, no tools through therapy, less outside help, my family are the same and can not stand to talk about anything bad with me about my situation as they get worked up and upset themselves.

I still seeing this only going one way. Downwards, literally. I don’t see a change or doubt about that thought for a year and a half… well, it has changed. The feeling has changed. To being stronger.

OK, I have taken my sleeping pills, beta blocker, Seroquel and am getting groggy – I’ll enjoy the first couple of hours of my sleep until I wake up in panic or crying etc and then fight to get back to sleep the rest of the night. End up continuing looking as white as a ghost, unhealthy, sick, something not right and people are very upfront when it comes to pointing out that I look awful. I don’t say ‘no, I’m fine!’. I just say ‘I know’. People should have tact to not say something in the beginning so there they go, the answer they want? ‘I know!’.

Over and out. For now. When. Bleeeeeeugggg.

So, I am still here breathing

Not living

Not living

Hi everyone,

I genuinely miss you all. I still log on every few days to read other people’s blogs to see how people are but I haven’t wanted to or not felt that it was right or good for me to actually write something myself.

So, how can I explain what’s going on? I will try…

Depression, anxiety, insomnia, flashbacks, nightmares, night-sweats, over-emotional, under-emotional, anger, total despair, all over the place, worked up, frozen by hopelessness. Constant black and red under my eyes. Ghost/zombie-like. People think I am physically sick. And I feel it. But it does feel like all the physical pains and whatever is going on with me all stems from my state of mental health. All test results show nothing is physically is the problem. I’ve been boosted up on the beta blocker for my heart because my family DR said that if I continue on in such a state with my heart under so much pressure every day, I will end up having a heart attack. She says it’s impossible to be like this. It’s so unhealthy for me. Even chest pains. This is just one example. Anyway.

I can not begin to explain how difficult every day life is. Probably 5 months now, I’ve been in a really bad state. There’s been nothing to do with medications, I’ve tried it all. It is purely not a ‘breakdown’ that I am ‘overcoming’, it has become my reality of my every day life. I don’t have good days, OK days, depression every day, all the time. No break from it all. Exhausted. Beaten up. Fed up. Nothing is changing. Well, I will list some things that have/are actually changing and you will see that there is nothing positive in the changes. At least so far, that’s how things have been.

Turned 30 on March 30th this year. Downhill from there in to an even worse state that I’ve never been in the 5 years of being ‘sick’. The 5 year anniversary of my ‘sickness’ on June 6th of this year. Half a decade. An absolute nightmare of 5 years. I tell people all the things that have happened and they are seriously like ‘it’s like a movie.. Unbelievable, crazy. I’m speechless’. I’ve already lost 5 years of my 20’s and now turned 30 and I would NEVER have guessed that I would be in a state like this upon turning 30 when I first went in to the breakdown 5 years ago. I’ve gone on from one thing to the next, tried with all my strength and all my heart. Accepted whatever has been offered to me. Never saying no. Taking all that is being so kindly given to me. Helping others around me whilst holding back my tears because even the suffering of other people is so hard for me to see. I’ve been trying all different ways of dealing with my situation. And I have lost a lot of control. I’ve been taken over by constant doom and gloom. It’s one big nightmare I can hardly believe myself.

So, sorry, changes… I finished a month ago with the psychologist I was given free for a year. From the get go, it has been clear that the type of therapy style she has is not suitable for me and has even reinforced all the negativity and depression etc that I have constantly. In the year we had together, it came up several times that this type of therapy is not going to get me anywhere. It’s this ‘nodding dog’ therapy, as I term it. If I say nothing in therapy, then there will be total silence. I literally did this a couple of times and it was 15-20 minutes of total silence and she just sat and refused to talk. So then I talk, and what do I get back in return? Do I get tools, advice, a 2 way conversation, am I challenged? Are we working together? No, no, no and no. I get the ‘nodding dog’ in return. I may as well be talking to a wall. When it came up a few times with even the manager of the mental health centre etc, that this kind of therapy gets me nowhere, the psychologist always said she would change things a bit to suit what I need and is being requested. Never happened. I wasn’t allowed to switch psychologists because there were no other available and apparently for some very strange reason, I was put with her because apparently we made a ‘good match’. I only found out a few months back that she works in another place for teenagers with BPD and she knows DBT. I would never have guessed that. I’ve been told, and that’s how I feel that this therapy has either kept me in the same place that I am in or has actually reinforced all the negativity and feelings of hopelessness and helplessness. I said she needs to ‘take the reigns’ of the therapy. I am the patient and she sits in silence. She just never changed and so I finished the year with her which has been another year passed and another year of pure nothingness… TBH, I am feeling worse than I was a year ago, even 6 months ago. And everyone sees that.

Also a month ago, the social worker I had for a year left and I was given a new social worker. It’s extremely difficult to change and the feeling of keep going back to the beginning again is awful. It takes a long time to get understanding between the patient and social worker. And before you know it, the one you’ve had for a year is leaving.

Also a month ago, the psychiatrist I had for a year and a half left and got transferred to work somewhere else. A year and a half I was with him. It’s a long time for me. The effort he put in and you may say, well, you didn’t feel better, but how he cared so much and with such genuineness. He was more of a psychologist to me than a psychiatrist or even the psychologist I had. He would be wound up quite a bit but it was because he cared so much. He would take on tasks with no question that my social worker should have actually been dealing with. So much bureaucratic mess, it’s been crazy. He’s called the rental assistance company for example a couple of months back when they didn’t pay me the rental assistance money for two months. They screwed up somehow. I kept going to the offices there and calling and doing SO much and every time I was promised it was sorted out. And never was. Only until I’m sitting with my psychiatrist and he says ‘give me their phone number’, he gets on the phone, he gets to speak with someone after 20 minutes on hold… And then he blasts them like crazy. Says this is going to cause me to become homeless because if I’m not paid in another 5 days time, literally, my cheque will bounce and I won’t be able to pay my rent. He threatened to sue them, spoke so powerfully, said that if this causes me to be hospitalised because of the financial stress (in this case), he will obliterate them and they will be sued. Then I got my money I was owed. Funny, that.

I have a new psychiatrist of which I know several people have been moved to also upon the other psychiatrist being moved to somewhere else. I have never in all of these years met a psychiatrist like this one. She surely has to be on space cakes or something is not right with her… You would never believe that she can be a psychiatrist. All over the place. I’ve met with her once. She asked questions and as I went to reply, she just spoke over me or looked away and literally did not listen. I was trying to give her short simple answers so it should help with her listening to me. But no. I went in to meet with her. After 2 minutes she asks me if I’ve taken Lamictal in the past. I said yes. She asked if it worked. I said nothing was evident that it helped, no. So she says OK, she won’t start me on that. Then literally 2 minutes later she says to me ‘OK, great, you seem very stable and balanced out, no anxiety, doing well, managing to do everything day to day. SORRY, EXCUSE ME! Pill pusher that says she wants to put me on Lamictal which is a MOOD STABILISER, then within a seemingly instant, she’s heard nothing else from me or knows nothing else, and just says to me that she can see I am STABLE and BALANCED and doing well. WTF. I was just like.. ‘what you see on the outside is far from what is on the inside. Then I attempted to say that, NO, I am not managing day to day. The downhill of 5 months or so. Feeling worse now than 6 months ago, than a year ago. I didn’t even attempt to say how ridiculous it was that she goes to put me on Lamictal, knowing hardly anything, I can only image she saw ‘BPD’ and thought to throw me on these medications. Then says that I look balanced and stable. I was with her for about 7 minutes when the first meeting is meant to be a thorough 30+ minutes of getting a general gist to start with of what the issues are. She then just stood up and said ‘OK, I can’t help you with medications’. Oh, how I know that, and I never requested, or hinted or anything that I want to change/adjust meds. And yes, I am a BIT aware of trying so so many medications, that they unfortunately do not seem to help me. Oh how I am aware that medications is not the ‘answer’. How can pills change my literal every day life? Nope. She said meeting over and in this tiny office of hers, I went down to pick up my bag and she had already gotten up and walked to the door to get me out. It was really rudely done. And no other psychiatrist to change to. I kept quiet about her with others and I let people tell me the experiences they have had with her, and every single person said that she doesn’t listen, she talks over you and doesn’t give you a chance to reply or anything, she seems out of it, with the fairies. She’s in her 50’s and has been a psychiatrist for many years apparently. Wow. Shocking. She said to meet once a month and that was fine by me, the meetings are pointless anyway. She said to call and make an appointment for another months time. I tried several times to do so, I even went to her office and left messages for her to call me in order to make an appointment and she never called me back. I am now doing NOTHING… It is down to her. I am not attempting to make an appointment with her unless I feel the need to according to my state. Perhaps to change a Benzo, whatever… Then I will of course be in touch. But for now, there is nothing to be done with her. Pointless.

So now not in therapy, requested more but unavailable. They give a year and that’s it. at least I could talk and get a nod from a human being rather than a white wall not really at least listening and nodding back to me. I’ve been on the list for DBT for 2 years and now they’ve told me that they are finishing the group they have and they are not opening further groups. That’s great. Wow. Brilliant.

What else can I say? PTSD strong. In the ‘factory’ (protected workplace) I work in where I get paid a pittance and sit doing absolute shit that a 3 year old could do. This is part of my ‘rehabilitation’ which I have been in for 15 months now and I’ve not progressed at all. Just regressed. They gave us females there a few sessions with a movement therapist. As an example of a pretty normal day for me, today… Had movement therapy. We were told to let go of our bodies and then do all kinds of things like copy the person next to you in whatever movement they are making. It’s trying to give us a bit of peace and empowerment but today I totally broke down because I had a trigger and flashback of the rape and the most awful feeling I had when it happened that I had no control whatsoever over my body and he was forceful with everything he did to me and made me do to him. I had no control over my body. Totally helpless. Taken over. Feeling like I have psychical strength, but he was stronger and just pulled me about like a doll disgustingly. Left bleeding and bruised. So pleasant 2 hours of crying today. Tried to go back to work after the movement therapy and sat tears streaming down my face whilst cutting fecking squares of fabric out. Another day I managed to go to work, but left early. I just can’t do it. It’s not getting me anywhere. Even the quite number of few months I had of going to each shift like I should be going to. Managing to sit and work for the 4 hour shift etc. It gave me no positive feeling. It did nothing for me. Didn’t make me progress and try to get back to being in the position of getting a regular job, even something part time etc. I worked in hi-tech for 4 years in one company before the breakdown and now I can’t even sit for 4 hours three times a week doing the most simple of work. Even if a bit challenging, oh, that’s not good. That’s why I left work after an hour the other day because they gave me something to do and I actually could just not do it even though I had done it in the past. I told myself to keep trying and trying until I can do it and get the technique right, that I had done this job in the past so if I could have done it then, then surely I can do it now. Nope. After an hour of growing frustration and upset, I ended up hunched over in the kitchen area with my head down, heart pounding, wanting to smash something up, so so so worked up. Tried to naturally calm down. Didn’t manage. Took half a Valium I have with me for ’emergencies’. Didn’t help. I was going insane, and so I left work before I seriously would end up in gawd knows what situation.

What else?

Nothing.

Still no friends. I’ve been going to new things to try and meet people and make friends and nothing has worked out, despite all my efforts. I can’t connect with people in all of these instances because there is simply nothing I have in common with them, can’t relate to, so on and so forth. I am not ageist, but every place I go to only has people aged 40+. On average in their mid-late 50’s. Just can’t relate. There are more men than women and the last time I tried to have a male friend didn’t work out so well. Knowing him for a year and being fooled until he’d held on that long in order to eventually take advantage of me and rape me.

I’m not even self-harming or drinking alcohol or taking more pills than prescribed because these things do absolutely nothing for me, even short term. Since the age of 13, I have been using these unhealthy coping techniques and would give me at least 30 minutes of relaxation/relief. If I try to self-harm now, I feel the pain so much I can’t take it. I can’t see blood. I start to feel faint. Can’t do it. And the scent of any alcohol makes me nauseous without even drinking the stuff. I have literally gone past the line of these unhealthy coping techniques helping me. The line I’ve gone over is to more extreme disturbing thoughts. Mostly involving me on the roof of a building and visualising me doing the obvious, like my only friend did that I was with daily in hospital with her for 2 years of the awful (now looking back) first hospitalisation. She did it. Now she’s gone forever. Sick. Images and little movies going around in my head of what she did. Me seeing so so many similarities that I had with her. Lots of hospitalisations, BPD, previous suicide attempts, rape.. And she was just 4 years ahead of me and that’s how it ended with her. It looks rather clear that I am on the same path as her and I just don’t know what else I can do/try in order to stop this path. On it goes, and the same path I follow.

I am alive physically, but I am not living. This is not life. Far from it. Pointless. I’m a waste of oxygen. A consistent frustration for everyone trying to help me because I seem unfixable. even tiny steps forward, nothing. And me being such a frustration for myself which is extremely difficult to cope with as it is. Let alone the others around me which have either moved on or literally told me they can’t help me.

Where is the end? What will the end be? When? Now? Just get it done with? My head heavy and dropping down and I still can’t sleep… And when I get that exhausted and I finally crash, I manage an hour or two of sleep and then wake up from vivid nightmares. Flashbacks. All that jazz. My nightmares even seem more real to me than my actual real life feels to me.

I’ve got something in a sketchbook I did a couple of years ago which says ‘miserableness surrounds me and nobody wants to be with a person such as this’. I can’t even be with myself. And others? Whilst they are in a rush to leave the movement therapy group but I am sitting uncontrollably crying and the teacher deciding for everyone to sit and wait for me to stop crying. And my crying not stopping. As much as I try. And huffs and puffs of people. I don’t blame them.

Apologies. I really apologise. This is why I haven’t been posting.

This is really not good

Hi everyone,

I’m here again after crawling from under the rock I’ve been rotting away in. Sorry. That sounds so dramatic.

I’m still going downward. 3 months or so it’s been going on for. Things have been different in these last few months like I tried to explain before. I’ve basically been fighting and fighting to just get better a tiny bit, I’m fully aware there is no magic to happen here or anything over night or even over a year let’s say. We should probably all avoid these ‘anniversaries’ as it only does us bad, but 6th June (3 days ago) was exactly 5 years to the day when I had woken up that morning and realised I didn’t have a virus like I had thought, it was pure anxiety. And so the journey began.

There is no point in going in to all the ‘story’ of these 5 years, but it has been a hell of a ride. There is irony involved and abuse and me following the advice of mental health professionals but with all the efforts I put in to everything, I get nothing back in return. So much bad stuff is happening all the time, you wouldn’t believe it. There is such little good in my life and it’s only my nieces and nephew which is why I am able to write this now. However, I’m going depper and deeper all the time in to being severely depressed and so I am losing all feelings of love that I once felt for my family. You know when things are bad when you have really bad thoughts and it doesn’t trigger you in to thinking ‘that’s a silly thought’ or ‘that’s not a correct thought’. I am beyond that. And it shocks me. Scares me. Things have been going this way for a long time and I am serious lacking control as I go down this spiral with every week that goes by.

There’s nothing to be done about medications. I’ve tried all and they don’t want to change etc, and I don’t see the point either. Medications are not going to change my life for me are they!? I mean, literal things. I am very depressed about my life and I still have no direction or aims or aspirations whatsoever. I’m just empty, and nothing is filling this in me. Every time something new comes up in terms of treatment/help, I think, OK, come on now, please let this be the thing that will help me improve my life and situation little by little. I have gone through with everything I have been recommended to do and am only feeling worse now than I was feeling several months ago, a year ago since I started this ‘rehabilitation’. I’m in a worse place. Sleep is worse than usual and usual is bad enough. I’m starting to lose it I’m so sleep deprived. Crying all the time. Can’t talk without crying. Less of an appetite. My mood is so low, I get no enjoyment from literally everything I am doing. I’m functioning less and more time in bed. But no sleeping. Just laying numb and frozen. To my credit, seeing the circumstances, I am doing well in making sure I put all my effort in to going to the rehab work, the mental health group, to the art class on Sundays, and STILL, over a year since I have had a social worker, guide/helper, psychologist, psychiatrist and all the rest of the help, I have not cancelled one meeting. As weak and as much of a state I am in, I am going to all meetings. However, now, I am really starting to lose touch with my family more and more. It’s not entirely me doing it. They just know I’m in a worse place and instead of being in touch with me more, they back off. And partly, for sure, I am wanting to isolate myself more and more.

I’m in control of the drinking, over-taking my meds and self-harming… I could try to explain this and why this has happened. Basically, all these unhealthy ‘coping techniques’ don’t help me any more and because there seems less and less reason to be living, therefore I just feel like nothing is worth it any more. I need to drink a lot to get to the point of where I want to be and have no money anyway so I haven’t drank for a couple of months. Over-taking meds does nothing to my body, at least that I can feel. Of course, inside of me, it’s unhealthy for my organs. But I haven’t been doing this, because once again, I can take a strip of 10 Valium and I will seriously have no reaction to it. So, pointless. And the self-harming doesn’t help me any more. Because I feel too far gone. If I try and self-harm, it’s the first time since starting to self-harm at the age of 13 (now 30 years old) when I now feel the pain and the blood makes me feel faint. I can’t take the pain and see the blood and I guess I am aware that however I can self-harm, not just by cutting, still no type of self-harm helps me. I’m constantly worked up. My heart is under pressure 24/7 because my mental state and feeling a mixture of total helpless and hopelessness, awfully down, anxious about what is going to be, anxious about the present moment. More and more. We all know it’s my mental health as to why I am getting chest pains, a high pulse, sometimes hypertension, and feeling like I am being strangled and can’t breathe fully. As much deep breathing I do, it helps in the moment and then I stop and the anxiety comes back. So now I’ve got to go and do a test on my heart to just make sure it’s not something physically wrong. Wear a monitor for 24 hours and then they see if there are any irregularities in my heart that is not connected to anxiety.

I have 3 meetings left with my psychologist after being given her for free for a year. I have no option of extending therapy with her or anyone else. Now, my only option is private and I am walking around with holes in my clothes for example, so I have no money, even MINUS money for private therapy. The therapist I have had has her style and it’s not been good for me in any way shape or form. I’ve been doing this shitty talk therapy for 5 years and I knew at least a year ago that this doesn’t help me. Just sit in front of a psychologist for 45 mins a week and waffle on complaining and get nodded at and am given nothing in return. In the year I’ve been with her, it’s come up that this is an issue. I walk in to her office feeling awful and walk out doubly as awful. All it does for me is to keep me in the same very bad place I am in or even reinforces all my thoughts etc, as I’m not spoken with or challenged, nothing. It’s been ANOTHER waste of time. Like I say, I feel worse now than I did a year ago. And this feeling is every single day, a deep feeling that for the last 3 months or so has become my ‘reality’ and not some breakdown I got in to and managed to get out of. I can no longer call it a breakdown. A 5 year breakdown? No. It is my daily life with no break and I’m just getting worse.

Suicidal thoughts don’t bother me like they used to. I feel neither way about it. I unfortunately feel that it’s a matter of when and not if. It’s going to happen. I’m sorry to write that, but I can only go on the FACTS here. And I am not talking about taking 30 pills or something. I am talking about how my friend did it where you have no chance of survival.

Now this is a constant thing, there’s no point in me going in to hospital. I’m always in a state where it’s very dangerous so what would a week or a month do for me in hospital? Nothing. I just come back out to my life and hate every day with a passion. Oh how I have tried and I wreck my brain every day to think of just small things I can do which could help me. I try and do art but I mess it all up because of my mental state so it’s just annoying and upsets me. Lots of other stuff also.

So, 3 more meetings with my psychologist I’ve had for a year.

I have one more meeting with my psychiatrist that I have had for a year and four months. I was told the name of the new psychiatrist and I’ve never even heard her name before.

And my social worker left a few weeks back after being with me for a year so now I have a new social worker to get to know and all the rest of it.

No therapy, new psychiatrist in which nothing will be done with meds, new social worker that freaks out because my situation even though it was bad enough a year ago to be concerned about it. Even more so now.

And what else? I’m weak and in pain all the time. I can’t relax. Maybe 1 out of 8 times I manage to rest because I am at the point of exhaustion. Asides from that, constantly worked up, triggered by things, max 3 hours sleep a night with awful nightmares and flashbacks all day long about the rape and visioning how my friend ended her life and many other triggers all the time which are extremely intense.

And that’s it.

I’ve made no progress in this year so far of rehabilitation. I’m going to work less because I was going all the time and it’s just idiot stupid work. Even though we all know this, I understand it is part of the rehab and for several months I went to every shift I should be going to. But I am even further away now at getting back to a regular job. I can’t commit myself to a regular job, can’t even go to interviews, can’t turn up to work when I need to because of anxiety, or being broken down, weak, exhausted and all that jazz.

What else? That is it. I’m sorry it’s like this… I am in shock myself at how long this has and is going on for and how I am making no progress with all the help I get and all the genuine effort I put in. And I’ve waited 2 years so far to get a place in the DBT group and now they’ve told me that they have finished a group now and they are not starting any new ones. There is a big reform happening where instead of the state paying for mental health centres and psychiatric hospitals and outpatient programs, now it’s up to the health care companies, of which there are several. And because of them now having to pay for people’s hospitalisations and all the rest of it, they are not allowing more than 2 weeks of anyone being in hospital. They don’t have the money to pay for everyone, so more and more cut backs because of this. Less help, less access to it, to it actually being cancelled. The reform is now apparently helping people more in the the community rather than being in hospital for longer terms. Problem being. They haven’t opened anything new, they’ve closed a lot of things and what could be available, we can’t even get for free like get a therapist. So people are out of work, like myself and money is extremely difficult, I haven’t a penny to pay for therapy as important as it is, I literally don’t have the money. And anyway, I got my psychologist for a year for free that the state paid for. So now I can go through my healthcare but have to pay a lot. And I don’t have any money to do anything with, hardly the basics of feeding myself.

OK, I guess I’ll end this here. This is just seriously not good. I am really scared. I see the downward spiral I’m going in and it’s a matter of every day mostly feeling the same or worse and it’s terrifying. I’m constantly sick to the stomach. It’s really awful. My hair is thinning, I’ve started getting lots of grey hairs, I have to take a beta blocker and Valium to try and help with my heart and it doesn’t help. My body physically is under a lot of pressure. I am seeing a dietician once a month and am losing weight each month… Mostly simply because I have less of an appetite and my diet is good as it is, so I’ve needed to add sport in order to lose weight. I walk a lot and have an app on my phone for workouts, but now I’m not able to do much asides from stretches because of my heart. I used to have heart palpitations which were kind of three one after the other and not so strong. Now I am having one massive one and it literally stops me from breathing. I miss a breath because it’s so deep.

I guess I’ve said enough hey.

I miss you all. Obviously it’s nothing personal as to why I am hardly blogging. This one has been a big struggle as it is, and I hate the negativity, but I can’t tell anything aides from the truth and facts.

I just wish and hope the best for all of you. It’s tough. Nobody deserves it. And I wish others only the best. It hurts me to see others suffering too…

(I am not reading over what I wrote. I can’t do it. So there is probably a lot of bad grammar going on etc… apologies)

Not much longer left

Falling

Falling

* Trigger warning. This post covers subjects such as rape and being suicidal and is an entirely depressing read. Maybe don’t read it or at least be prepared for what is written. It’s not pretty. And I don’t want to harm anyone, so I sincerely hope that I won’t *

There isn’t much longer left for me to be living like this day in day out, minute to minute. I simply can’t do it. The reason I say that there isn’t much longer for me is because nothing is changing whatsoever. As much as I am doing all I can to get better, get help from others and very importantly help myself, nothing is working. This is unfortunately not distorted thinking. It’s become a reality that not only continues on, but the more it goes on, the worse and more intense things are. So when I say that nothing is helping, even though everyone, including myself, sees that I am doing all I can do, it’s really the case. And I can not live like this for much longer. I’ve never given it a time frame and I’m still not doing so. I’ve at least been rational in that sense by saying that ‘I am starting something new now and it could work out for me but I need to give it time’. I HAVE been giving myself a fighting chance, an incredible fighting chance at getting through this, not expecting miracles, not expecting fast improvements and coming to the realisation that this is going to be and already has and is being the longest fight. You would not believe the effort I am putting in…

I started waffling here so deleted that and will try to keep this short. But in many aspects of my life I am trying to improve in many ways. I started seeing a dietician and in the first month with her, I started doing some exercise and lost 2 kilos in a month. However, nearly another month has passed now and I am feeling worse and I am in much worse of a situation in many areas of my life and I don’t feel like I’ve lost any weight. It’s more about how I feel. I don’t have scales at home to weigh myself. I do not want to become obsessed with numbers. So I see the dietician once a month and get weighed there. But this is only the second month and I can just feel that I haven’t lost weight. If I have, very very little.

I’ve been doing art and I managed to sell a lot of pieces for a massive profit. (Which only filled in a bit of the money troubles that I am already in). It began from someone asking me if she could buy one of my paintings and I was like ‘why not!?’. Then I sold a painting to another woman via advertising online and she even gave me extra money on top of what I was asking for the painting and was really happy with it. I admit, of course that gave me a good feeling. Then she sent me a photo of the painting up on her wall in her home and said how great it looks. I admit, it looks really nice. Then I had some older pieces of art that I had done a while back. A store opened up near to where I live and I saw they were selling canvases EXTREMELY cheaply and they are actually decent quality. I had someone contact me from an ad online and asked me what I have available. He said if he buys in ‘bulk’, then can he get a discount. I thought, that’s a bit weird, and I only had 6 pieces of art for sale. And then he said he wants to buy 5 of them and I was in total shock. I didn’t believe it would go through, but he came and handed me the cash in new crisp notes straight from the ATM and it was a lot of money. And I told him that I can not bend on the prices of the pieces or give him a discount and he didn’t flutter an eyelid, ‘OK’. That all happened within a week or 10 days max. And now it’s been 2 weeks, I have 2 lovely pieces of art sitting here, am working so so hard on advertising them and jumping the ads and creating a Facebook page and adding a ‘For sale’ page to my art portfolio website which I’ve had for a couple of years but has purely been there to just be a portfolio of my art and not to sell, but this has developed a bit. Problem is, I have 2 pieces of art sitting here and my money situation is dire, like the most dire I have ever been in. Plus the rental assistance I am meant to get paid screwed up and I’m now waiting on 2 months of missed payments in to my account. I’ve been running here there and everywhere to try and get it sorted out. And every time they tell me it’s sorted and I’ll get the money in 5 days time, then I don’t get it again. So Thursday I went there again to their offices whilst it was a serious heatwave here (just over 100 degrees) and I was feeling extremely weak and tired, as usual, more so these days and was told once again that it was all set up properly now and that I need to wait 8 days to receive the money. That is next Friday. If that money doesn’t go in next Friday, I can not pay my rent for my apartment and I am going to be screwed. I know my landlord will be nice to a certain degree as he knows quite a bit about my situation, but I’ve never once had a problem paying him as I’ve given the checks upfront and each month, they come out of my account absolutely fine, because I have enough money in there. Right now… You know what…? Even if I DO get paid the rental assistance money and I manage to pay my rent… I am still SCREWED. I am on serious basics of everything. I go through everything that I am paying for and there is simply nothing I can change to lessen the amount I spent per month. And this is even with my dad putting in money for me each month to help me out. And even my sister and her husband started giving me a certain amount of money per month so that my medication costs are paid for. I can not ask anything more from anyone. I am doing only what I can do. The maximum. Also trying to find a cheaper apartment that will have to be with flatmates which I despise, but have to do,,, but have found nothing out there even though I am checking twice a day on various websites etc.

This post is going to go all very downhill I am afraid even though the stuff about selling my art really ‘had me going’. Now, for 2 weeks, nothing. I am constantly doing a dozen things in all different areas of my life to try and improve things. Started seeing a dietician and exercising a few times a week etc, to both lose weight and as they say to help with the depression, but it doesn’t help with the depression at all. So far. I am one year in this ‘rehabilitation’ process and a year assessment has been done and I was doing better several months ago and even a year ago than I am doing now. This is where this post gets real bad.

Amongst still never having canceled any meetings I have with my carers, taking all medications as told to, being honest and open, trying to get help from others and trying to help myself… I am just feeling worse. The last couple of months have been extremely rough and ‘different’. I’ve been in ‘this’ for 5 years now and it has clicked that I can no longer call this a ‘breakdown’ or ‘mental breakdown’. A 5 year ‘breakdown’? No, this is and has been actually my EVERY DAY life for 5 years with no relief. It’s not that I improved and then relapsed. Honestly. Every day. Every hour. Down to every minute. In all that I am trying to do and mostly even succeeding in doing, it is still not helping me even improve 1%. Honestly. Like I say, I’m still on a downward spiral and the last couple of weeks have been especially rough and continue to get rougher and rougher and more and more things not only do not go right, but are actually going wrong. With all the effort I am putting in… THERE ARE NO RESULTS. I can no longer be told and believe in persistence and patience. I can not live like this.

To show how bad a state I am in every hour of every day… I have been having worse issues with my heart and I know it’s all to do with stress and anxiety. I feel it. My DRs know it. Everyone knows it. I do deep breathing at least twice a day. It calms me for 30 minutes whilst I am doing it and then I get up and switch back to being utterly stressed out and anxious about everything. And my heart is taking a beating because of this. My Dr said that we need to count out possible physical issues and I have gone for test after test and it all comes back that my heart is functioning by itself, fine. The only irregularities that show up is a fast pulse several times a day with very deep scary palpitations like I have never experienced before. I’ve worn monitors for 24 hours, I’ve done it all, and it all comes down to basically my mental health causing problems with my physical health.

I was given a psychologist for a year when I began this ‘rehabilitation’ and I am due to finish with her in a couple of weeks. I can’t extend it. They give you a year free then my only option is to move to a private therapist and pay of course. I can’t pay a penny. There is nothing I can do. Even so, the therapy that I have been in for a year now has been highly unuseful. It has come up OVER AND OVER again that I do not need to meet with her once a week to just vent and then I’ll feel better. I need feedback. I need tools. I need advice and for her to point things out to me, challenge me, help me! But she just sits and nods. It’s been a waste of time. I walk in there feeling bad and leave feeling even worse. Not only am I finishing with her (even though, like I say, I can’t say it was really worth it at all), my social worker left recently after me being with her for a year too and now I have a new social worker that I don’t know and it’s very difficult. And just to add on top of all of this, my psychiatrist is leaving, who I have been seeing sometimes even weekly because of my situation being that bad and him taking so much time in speaking with me and trying to help me. He’s like no other psychiatrist I have ever met or had. And I have been with him for a year and 4 months and now he is leaving and I am getting a new psychiatrist in a months time. I asked the name of the psychiatrist as it could have been one I had in the past as they move them around between hospitals and mental health centres etc, and I don’t know this psychiatrist whatsoever. Never heard of her. So that is awful for me too. All of these changes. Things are bad enough as they stand, and now this has to happen all on top also. It’s crazy. I NEED DBT and I have now been on the waiting list for 2 YEARS and it seems that I am no closer in getting a place. So no crappy therapy, no ‘OK’ therapy, no DBT, nothing.

What else? Well, I am highly upset and traumatised from many things not only from before I ‘broke down’, but since too. The PTSD about the rape that happened in December 2013 just gets worse. At least a few times a week I am having nightmares about all different things to do with rape and sexual assault. I am highly paranoid all the time because of it. I have rage in me that wants to go and literally kill him. I go in between trying to get the police file of complaint re-opened and then I decide I am simply not strong enough to get it re-opened and as difficult as it is, I have to protect myself mentally, and by going back in to all of this again, could and will most literally break me. But on the other hand, everyone says that something was wrong with the police investigation. Something is missing from the evidence. The photos I gave the police of my entire apartment covered in blood, my entire legs covered in blood, my white socks the colour of dark pink. The day after it happened being sent to a rape crisis centre and stripped and prodded and photographed and being told by the overlooking nurse ‘he cut you up bad honey’. I won’t go on. All I know, and everyone knows, is that something has gone very wrong with this and the decision to close the file and not take him to court over what he did to me. I can’t even get in to all of this, but it’s just all so very wrong.

The woman I was with in hospital for 2 years, the only patient I ever opened up to and we were extremely close and she told me things she had also never spoken about… Well, she HAD BPD. Had not managed to get DBT. Nothing helped her. She also tried many types of rehabilitation. But like myself, hospitalisation after hospitalisation. Medications after medications. Hope after hope… Then coming to a dead end. A few suicide attempts. The same as me. And she killed herself in August of 2013. Wow, 2013 was an awful year. I’d gone back to England and attempted suicide three times when I was there for 6 months. Was hospitalised there. Was told that I should not be in hospital for even one day because I have BPD and I will therefore kill myself ‘wherever I am’. To be ‘told’ about the starving people in Africa and trying to tell me how good I’ve got it and that I should not be depressed and I am ‘wrong’. I am sorry, but with all due respect, you can’t really compare the two things. Fine, to a certain degree I can make sure to not take things for granted that I have in my life, but to tell me that I shouldn’t be suicidal because people in Africa don’t even have food to eat, is crazy. And that was the ‘advice’ I got from a fully trained psychiatric nurse there.

And so the post gets worse and worse. I said I was going to get back to the start again of what I began writing about at the beginning of this post. So, I’ll try to concentrate and do so now…

Whether I have a heart attack due to the immense pressure my heart is in because of my mental health (and I am still taking a beta blocker for way over a year now and it still doesn’t seem to help) or if I do end up ending my own life in which I know how I would do it and there would be no way of survival… So I am not ‘messing around’ here. I am being serious. Something is going to kill me. If it’s not done with my own hands, then it will be something that will happen to me that is out of my control and I am basically getting closer and closer all the time to being dead. That is it.

What was the point in writing all of that post just to say at the beginning and end of the post that I AM going to die, and we are no longer talking about the new possibilities I have in somehow beating this little by little, because I have tried all available doors and nothing has helped. So, like I say, I’m just in a worse situation all of the time. Slowly slowly, more and more suicidal thoughts whilst being told how strong I am… That unfortunately doesn’t help me any more either.

I want to die.

I am suicidal.

You don’t know how close I was a few weeks back in actually asking my family if they would ‘let me’ kill myself and if they would understand why I would decide to do so… My dad and his wife were visiting for a week and we saw them and that, within itself, triggered me a lot too. I won’t go in to all of that.

I am suicidal. I want to die. Do I want to die? No. Do I want to live? No. So what am I going to do? More and more and more and more I am on the end of just simply ending my own life. I can only go according to what has happened in the last several years, in my lifetime, turning 30 in March of this year. Losing half of my 20’s to this hell. To entering my 30’s in this hell. To nothing changing. Working in a ‘protected work environment’ getting paid pennies and not even managing to sit and work for 4 hours a time, 3 days a week. Let alone getting back to ‘regular work’. I see women down the street and I think it is the woman I was with in hospital that ended her life, my closest friend ever. And I think that it’s all a nightmare and just can’t be true. I hear a woman speaking and it sounds like her and I say ‘it’s really her! I was told she ended her life but I was lied to!’. To the realisation of EVERYTHING… I would be a proud 30 year old virgin if I wasn’t raped in 2013. Keeping that for marriage. Trying my best in life to do things according to how I want to, and EVERYTHING around me FALLING APART.

I’m sorry everyone. This is not a post which is how I am feeling in JUST this particular hour of this particular day… This is every day like this. And it only worsens. Too much stress from all areas of my life. Trying to take control of things and push myself in so many ways to try and improve things. And nothing improves. And I’m not saying that things are not improving after a month or something… I’m saying years. Every single day is a living hell. I am becoming very desensitised to the thought of ending my life. It doesn’t chop and change. It is now constant and very strong. And even being suicidal, you know what? That psychiatrist in England that told me I will kill myself inside or outside of hospital… She is sadly correct and therefore there is nothing to be done. No intervention. Nothing. It’s JUST a matter of how much longer I continue to breathe.

I love you all. I hate the suffering of others as much as I hate the suffering of mine. I can simply not carry on in taking all of the pain and struggle. That’s an understatement.

I

can

not

beat

this.

It

has

beaten

me.

I am so sorry, I really am. You can obviously see why I haven’t been posting and trust me, to press the ‘publish’ button is also an awful guilty feeling I have. To write like this for others to read. It’s not fair. But I just have to try and explain things.

What is meant to be, is meant to be. And it seems like what I have spoken about comes down to that… There’s nothing else to it.