Hello Anne,
It is about 8:15 in the evening & I thought I would see if you wrote. I was pleased that you did! Of course the room-mate got angry that I’m on the computer, but ya know…I don’t want to sit in front of the tv & watch some insane show or have him start a line of questioning or listening to him singing (very loudly & drunkenly) from beneath the walkman headset. He just stormed from the living room to his bedroom & slammed the door. I would have gone to bed shortly if he had not, anyway, just to have some peace. He had the audacity to say we were more than friends or room-mates the other night & I felt my cheeks burning & getting red. All I could think of saying was, “No, we are ONLY friends & room-mates.” He was drunk, of course, & I knew the conversation would become strained. When he even describes our “relationship,” using that specific ter, I cringe. I may have lived here for a year & am grateful for the shelter, but if I had somewhere else I could have gone earlier (or recently) I would have opted for the other choice.
I am pleased that you made it over to Ben & Emma’s & that was very sweet indeed that Emma bought you some yellow flowers! Like you, I wish it were that easy to get out of a depression. When I received a birthday card from an aunt, I felt happy, but a little sad just knowing I should be doing something more meaningful with my life than I have been in the recent past.
I worry a little about my daughter & mental illness, just due to simple genetics, but she is 31 & has lived a pretty full life without any disturbing actions, moods, or behavior. I’ve seen her down because she was single (up until about this time last year) & she has gained weight during her down times which hurts her even more, but she bounces back without AD’s & her weight falls right off when she’s in love (as is now the case.) I worry about Cache a little more, actually. Although he’s my step-son, his mother went from post-partum depression to post-partum psychosis. From there her diagnosis went from bi-polar disorder to paranoid schizophrenia. She lives in a nursing home & is very much unable to form thoughts or care for herself. Cache’s Dad was a neighbor of mine & our daughters played together. I held Cache in church at Christmas when he was only 2 months old! By the time he was 5 months old, his Mum was in & out of the hospital. I fell in love with his Dad & we married when Cache was 4 months shy of his 2nd birthday. We acquired custody of Cache & his 2 older sisters (who are 6 months older & 6 months younger than my own daughter.) Nine yrs later I had completed college & was in law school, separated from my husband. I had a manic episode that landed me in the hospital for about a month. Eventually my husband came & retrieved me & brought me back to live with him (& Cache.) Cache has seen most of my “crazies” & he’s visited his biological Mum (although he feels alot of shame where she is concerned & in the past, she didn’t always remember she even had a son!) Ironically, his girlfriend has bi-polar & ADHD. Of all of my children (I include my step-children) I suspect that Cache has the highest risk of developing BP. Not just from the mental illness on his Mum’s side, but because depression & alcoholism run on his Dad’s side. Cache has already had a DUI & “totaled” his car. He is inclined to “party” although Julianna’s had a marvelous effect on him & I think her intelligence sort of sets an example for what he wants in his life.
I know that “jagged” feeling you refer to! I get that under different circumstances. Obviously when I am in psychosis, but also when I’m experiencing a great deal of anxiety or pressure. (Real or imagined!) I truly felt that those 2 weeks around Christmas & New Year’s I was having such severe anxiety that it affected my sleep & then that just makes me even more anxious. I don’t think paranoia is quite what I mean, because I don’t think everyone’s out to get me, but I am fearful & panicky. I think that’s because my room-mate was home & he’s either gruff, agitated, childish, or pushy (in the touchy-feely way.) So I go & get anti-psychotics because I can’t quit being afraid or shaking or worrying about being homeless, attacked, or even yelled at! That’s why I have to get out of here. My jagged feeling comes from my surroundings at the moment. And I’m no one to scold you about taking too much Zyprexa! I’m bad with sleepers, too, & I’ve tried taking an extra dose of the AD, Remeron (but that doesn’t seem to help me sleep more.) I’ve taken the AP, Risperidol…but it actually makes me feel kind of jagged & shaky…so I’ve tried to stick to 1/2 dose. I usually over medicate with over-the-counter sleep meds, but they don’t seem to give me the sound sleep I’m looking for. Now when it comes to sleeper? I’m actually pretty good. If I’m not, I end up having a tolerance, & then they don’t work either…so I try to just take them as prescribed. I hope I can get some at my next appt, just because I want to seriously sleep without waking so often with worry or to use the bathroom. Perhaps if I explain that my living situation causes me anxiety…but that I hope to move away from this situation in 4 months or so, she will allow me something for just a temporary time. That would be wonderful, but if not…I suppose I’ll keep using all these over-the-counter remedies (to excess!!) I wish I could sleep my depression & days away, too. I feel guilty because I stay in bed until 10 or even almost noon again. I keep thinking like you that maybe something will be a little better when I wake up & all I ever feel is that dread of dealing with another day here at my room-mate’s house. I always feel as though I’m only getting 4-5 hrs of sleep & then tossing around for a full 12 hrs just so I don’t have to greet the day. How strange (& hopefully refreshing!) it will be to be around non-alcoholic family again & then eventually getting my own flat.
I think it will take me at least 2 months to work & save to send Cache & Jul a deposit & rent money. I won’t be able to drive until February, so I was thinking of working from sometime in Feb thru April. I believe I will also have to sell my car because it has too much mileage on it & would probably not make it the 2,200 miles to Colorado without breaking down & then I would be stranded in a completely foreign state. I guess I will fly out there & have to pay to have some of my belongings shipped (although I’m willing to leave much behind in order to save money & time…want to be on my way & May still seems so far off!) Julianna & I have emailed alot. I asked her to look into the 2-bedroom, & she wrote back about her findings. I may have mentioned, they are concerned about how they will afford the higher rent when I move out. They haven’t signed a new lease to do that yet, & that’s why I need the job…to send them the deposit money first. That seems the best solution.
I have been doing housework each Saturday (at least as a New Year’s resolution.) I was very thorough today & pleased with the results. It smelled & looked so much nicer, although I would appreciate my efforts more if it were my own home. I’m trying to show my appreciation for shelter & assistance in a way that I feel is appropriate. I don’t cook, or fawn all over this man, or even enjoy holding a conversation with him. I dread weekends because I really prefer to be by myself than to spend time with him. He makes me that “on edge.” So the housework each Saturday, less computer time, writing letters to my Aunt, or Parents, or a friend, starting to get back to journaling…these are things I’m trying to fill my time with that keep me on top of my boundaries & help me sort of “escape” mentally from co-existence with my room-mate. I painted the computer room & the guest bedroom (the one I sleep in) last week. These are also done with the idea that I am a care-taker & not destructive. (The painting was needed because of that writing on the wall, etc when I went manic. I had to quit seeing that all the time!) But I have paid him back some of what his costs have been in helping me. I do all of the laundry, & I’m quiet & clean (sounds like an ad for a live in maid!) I just need to get out of here with what little dignity & confidence I can muster. And I will. You will make it out & into your own place, too! And as I started to think of things to occupy my time with since the 1st, I have found, the more I have to do, the better I feel because I worry less about current & future events. So the job is going to be a must for me, but if I look at it as a stress reliever (getting me out of the house!) & a money-maker (getting me the funds to get “home”) it looks alot easier to undertake.
You say you want that safe place & peace in your head. What a beautiful way to phrase it. I think you will be able to create that Anne…I truly do. I too want a safe place (& I believe we are entitled to just that!) I pray for my own safety each & every night because I have such enormous fears. I pray for you as well, because I think until you feel that inner peace, in your head as you say…you probably have enormous fears, too. Maybe not so much for your physical safety or the threat of being homeless, but we both know the fears of the future all too well! I want us both to have those good things. I don’t feel manic or psychotic now, just unbelievable anxiety & confusion about how to make my way out of where I am, when to do it, & then from there it’s starting all over (& for me it will be with virtually nothing more than some boxes of clothing, many of which no longer fit! But I’m hoping they will!)It’s pretty hard to know how to go about getting on with life. I think what has helped me most is having internet friends like you (& BIP) & knowing my family are trying to give me hope & support. Whenever I’ve come out of my worst depressions (& they’ve been extremely bad) I always find myself praying “thank you” to God for my life, & thanking Him for the love of family. That’s very different than the “keep me safe from harm” prayers I have now or the “please get me out of here (life)” prayers I have during a severe depression. I think you are on the right path with lithium & your search for an home. I tend to think about things too much too, & I guess it would be great if the proper decision just came to us! Take your time with the meds (don’t want you to get toxic from too much too soon!) & maybe if you go look at that home you will have a better idea if you want it. See if it grabs your fancy! If it doesn’t feel right, for whatever reason…talk it over with Ben & Emma maybe. Or even your counselor. In the end Anne…I believe you’ll make the decision that is best for you at that time. (Just for grins…I’m scared shitless about the future!)
I better try to get some sleep. Tomorrow I suppose I’ll make a list of the things I want to talk about with my counselor on Tuesday. I have a lot of insecurities & indecision about where I should move to, when, how…an emergency shelter (in case something goes awry in the next 4 months.) I’m fairly certain I will move to Colorado as I’ve planned though.
Good night Anne. I know things can & will get better for us. You are courageous & wise.
Love,
Lori