I thought I will have a really good day today. I woke up happy and full of energy. I started to clean up, doing laundry, washing up and so on. I even bake some pastry with jam, which weren't really nice, but still spend nice time with my son doing them. Anyway they went to the bin :( But I did enjoy doing them.
And then came this bad panic attack, the worst I had in weeks taking into account that I'm on propranolol which suppose to help me with anxiety. It didn't work the way it should, I felt like I'm having a heart attack. I was sweating, having shortness of breath, felt confused, and frightened by the whole situation. Couldn't think of anything to relax, so went to bed for a nap. Now I feel nauseous, and uncomfortable. Just tired, and I don't know why, there was nothing to trigger that at all. Oh well I hope tomorrow will be a better day .
It's all about my feelings, my good and bad moods. Ups and downs Never diagnosed with personality disorder but it was mentioned by professional before that it's highly possible Diagnosed with depression
Friday, 6 April 2012
Thursday, 5 April 2012
CBT
I got a call at evening today from Right Steps , I have been put on the waiting list for Cognitive Behavior Therapy. I don't know how I feel about it, I hope it will work for me and from what I read, just now, its quiet challenging and has a good rating helping people learn how to manage their feelings. I ask how long I will wait for the therapy and find out that it will take up to 16 weeks , sigh. Never mind I waited that long so now it will be much easier as I know it has been put through.
I feel so empty I thought before if they will put me for therapy I will be so exited. I am not, now I want to read what this all CBT is about.
I feel so empty I thought before if they will put me for therapy I will be so exited. I am not, now I want to read what this all CBT is about.
New GP
So today I went to see GP again , that was a new doctor very young, but sounds ok. I asked her firs of all if she is staying with the surgery as I'm just so unlucky to find a permanent doctor. She said she doesn't know, although she is staying for at least a few months. So I said fine. I told her some parts of my life and she was looking as she was listening, like really listening. I liked that. Then she prescribed me new medication additionally to fluoxetine. For my anxiety. I am getting anxious every morning and every other day is worse than the previous day. So I got propranolol 40mg 3 times a day. I hope it will work for me. I know she won't stay with that surgery I can feel that in my bones. I have to prepare myself for the break up, she mentioned that she is a trainee there and I understand that " I'm here to gain an experience, then I'm off to other practice". I just hope I will handle this alright.Work, I feel really sad that I have to go back to work, I need to have a job, I need distraction and work was always helping me. This time my work gives me heart palpitations, constant worry, make me sad, unwelcome, single out, worthless. I need another job, but I don't know why I stopped looking for one. Maybe the case is that I'm going away in May for a wedding, and my subconsciousness is telling me that there is no point looking for a job now as they won't employ me because of those holidays booked. Or maybe I am too depressed to look for the job, or my overwhelming emotions distract me too much. Anyway today will be job search day, I have to do it and maybe finally someone will reply. Wish me luck
Tuesday, 3 April 2012
I wanted to read what I wrote on my blog. But decided not to, as if I wouldn't like something I will delete it. If I do that I will cheat myself, and I don't want to do that.
Why I would do that? Because my life is bad I feel humiliated by all the things I am doing with my life and my body. I feel embarrassed and ashamed . I read my blog description and it is hard to read it. Anyway I will leave it as it is.
I wanted to have a nap today that was the first thing in my mind after I woke up, although I didn’t lay down. I had so many things to do – now it feels like there was nothing really to stop me – I read some blogs and tidy up a bit. I feel exhausted and lonely, I crave chocolate. That's such a good idea – chocolate.
I looked myself in the eyes and wanted to
stop but I couldn’t, I called myself names – in my mind it is a male voice who
tell me what he wants – that's my master and I am his beach. He will make me beat
up and abuse myself, whenever I am happy or sad. He will tell me how to tight myself
or what clothes to put on, he will tell me how hard I should squeeze my nipples,
and how hard to masturbate, and with what. The voice will tell me what he wants
me to do, and as I am his slave I will do it, through the tears. So at the end
he will – sometimes – mention that I am good. I don’t always masturbate but
that’s the part of my self harm ritual. I have punched my face and head, I
thought that I will have a fat lip, luckily for me I didn’t. That’s alright
then no signs visible.
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