Of a person
Nothing left inside
Just waiting for the end
Of a person
Nothing left inside
Just waiting for the end
bf and I just seem to grow farther and farther apart.
He works six days a week and three nights a week training to be a fencing instructor.
I went back to fencing about 10 weeks ago. This was not an easy feat.
I did it for him, because he wanted be to go back. I also did it for me. I once enjoyed fencing and due to confidence issues, I had to give it up.
I have no self esteem or confidence.
The first night I went back I was so anxious, I had to try not to cry.
Each week has got easier. It helped that the guys in my classes were friendly and also showed difficulty in getting some of the things we were taught right.
None of us passed the Novice course. Im not surprised that I didnt, as I had forgotten so much. It had been eighteen months since I last fenced and the last couple of months back then were are blur, due to my anxiety.
Surprisingly it did not upset me that I hadnt passed. I guess the fact that noone else, probably helped.
I have decided to start from scratch and start at the beginners course, as there were references to the Beginners course that I did not remember as it was over two years ago.
So, I will go in and start from scratch and maybe in time I will get back to where I was.
I have to admit I am glad that I went back. It was a major feat for me.
There are also a lot of nice people in the Sabre Centre.
Getting back to bf.
He will be working days and four nights at fencing. This does not seem to bother him at all.
I dont think it has crossed his mind that it means we will see even less of each other and when I mentioned it to him, he got annoyed with me, even though I wasnt talking to him in an annoyed manner.
Tonight he only had to be in the centre for an hour, but stayed there anyway and didnt get home for another 2.5 hours.
Tomorrow night he is going in and then going to another fencers place for drinks.
He just doesnt seem to factor me into any of this at all.
Maybe I am being to needy.
I have, like a lot of individuals do, go into a relationship and lose their “self”, their individuality.
I am going to have to start to get back to being an individual and not saying no to plans, just because bf is busy.
It will be hard times and everyone else will have there own things that they do now. So, Im going to have to deal with some instances where everyone else is doing their own thing as they have done, since I slipped out of the social circle.
It is going to hard, seeing that I have no self esteem to start with.
I will have to try to focus on work, and stop having so many days off, due to my “mental” issues.
My drugs arent working, so I am going to have to change drugs again. What fun that will be!
Last time I thought I was going to lose it, as I didnt know what to do with everything that I was feeling, that had been numbed from the previous drug I was on.
This is going to be a screamer of a roller coaster ride. And trying to not have days off from work and keep the constants thoughts of wanting to be dead.
If it wasnt for my kitties, and worrying about who would look after them like I do and love them like they do, I wouldnt be here anymore.
Thoughts of wanting to be dead are regularly creeping into my mind.
I am too weak to actually follow through with it.
I have progressed from wanting to go to Kings Cross and asking one of the bikies for a gun or finding out how much they charge to kill someone (me), to stabbing myself in the head repeatedly with an ice pick (I dont think this would last long and would be way to painful), to hanging myself off our back stairs, to taking lots of valium and going for a swim in the ocean and falling asleep in the ocean and drowning.
I have heard that drowning is a peaceful way to die, after the initial loss of air and intake of water.
Maybe the world will all end at once and then I wouldnt have to miss my kitties and they wouldnt have to miss me.
It breaks my heart to think about them wondering where mummy is.
They are so precious.
I dont know if I have the strength for whats coming up. Only one way will tell.
One of the hardest things is that I dont have anyone to talk to. bf is emotionally unavailable. I now know what that means literally.
I cant talk to friends, as Im afraid of the stigma attached and them thinking Im a complete crazy person, which I may be anyway.
i cant even remember the last time he hugged me, the last time we had a passionate kiss or a kiss other than a peck hello.
I miss hugs.
I feel so numb, so empty.
Up and down, up and down… I will feel ok for a day, maybe two, three and four and then, smack down hard on the bottom again I feel so numb, I can feel the numbness in my face and the deadness inside. I just want to curl up in our dark bedroom and escape. Ive been watching a TV series call Orange Is The New Black. In one episode Piper gets one of the girls to do her hair and mention how good it feels to be touched by someone, as in prison there is none of that. I cant talk to bf because he doesnt like serious conversations. They make him uncomfortable. For quite a long time, I used to hug him for no reason and he would tense up and say “what you want”. After I asked, he said that his family were not a huggy family. Mine was, so I feel like Im being starved of affection. I cant tell my friends what Im going through, because people talk and they would gossip. A guy we know, who I used to call a friend, he is a psychologist. I rang him one day, as I was really struggling and told him some things. A few months later, someone brought the topic up at my birthday dinner. If a person who is a psychologist cant be professional and keep friends personal issues to themselves, who an. I always seem to get burnt by people. I am not a mean person. I can keep a secret. All I seem to get is mean people, who dont care enough to think before opening their mouth. I seem to attract mean people. I was targetted in my 20’s in my job, by some overweight women. They got me into trouble and when HR asked me to sign what they had said, I would not. I was targetted in my late 20’s by a girl who came to share my office, when hers was being renovated. I had an argument on the phone with my boyfriend at the time and she complained to our boss. I was targetted again in my late 30’s by an Indian girl, who was listening into a conversation and pulled race card on me. I am far from racist. I was brought up to accept everybody and did. My eyes were opened wide by someone pulling the race card on me. I seem to attract these kind of people. Maybe it is something I do, that I dont realise. Maybe I deserve what I get. If I do, it is not intentional. I have a good heart and dont intentionally do unkind or mean things to others. I know how it feels to be on the receiving end of unkindness, meanness and down right nastiness. I hope I dont come across that way to anyone. Whenever I have taken out my frustrations on a shop assistant or a customer service help desk on the phone, I always make a point of going back and apologising, as I dont think it is right to take it out on other people. I still often wish I was dead. Then there would be no pain. Im too weak to actually finish myself off. The only reason I am here, is I dont know who would look after my kitties the way I do. I put them first. Eventually they would get over me and forget me. My bf would move on and find a better model to upgrade to and probably be happier. He would find someone who doesnt have my issues and be happier. I am broken and cant see myself ever being fixed. I distance myself from everyone. Maybe this is why I have noone to talk to. I cant trust anyone. I cant burden others with my issues or the way I feel, because everyone has their own crap to deal with and dont need to hear mine as well. We exist. I dont think we go to hell because we are already in it. This is no life. All we do is work and sleep, work and sleep and have numerous obstacles thrown at us along the way to see if we break. Clearly my drugs are not working. Ive been to the doctor and four times have been given referrals that are the wrong type of doctor and a doctor nowhere near where I live. It is like my destiny is to be pushed over the edge when I can be pushed no more and then fall or break completely.
Tonight I am not feeling so great.
I had a reasonably good day today, even if my head was a little foggy.
I got a couple of annoying messages on my way home, which made me somewhat angry.
And have spiralled downward since and am feeling more depressed as the night goes on.
Thoughts of death have even managed to creep in a few times.
Since the 60 Day Challenge finished about 3 – 4 weeks ago, I have been good and have kept up the 2 – 3 classes a week of Extend Barre.
This week I skipped all three classes and have spent all my spare time at home.
I wonder if not exercising has contributed.
They say exercise is good for depression.
Maybe it is a combination of no exercise and the annoying phone call.
So maybe I should try really hard next week to do my classes.
I read my last post (evening out).
It made me feel sad that I have to feel that way.
I am also going back to fencing tomorrow.
I had to stop last April, as I was finding it increasingly difficult to fence.
I would get on the piste and I would be so anxious, my mind went blank.
Going back tomorrow has been on my mind over the last couple of weeks.
I am feeling anxious about it, but used to enjoy it, so should go back.
It will also make bf happy.
He is now instructing there 3 – 4 nights a week, so we havent had as much time to spend with each other.
I have not been sure and am still not sure that I can enjoy it again.
The idea of fencing someone, the competing nature of fencing, is daunting me.
Im not an overt person and do not like the idea of having to compete. And competing against someone who takes it way too seriously.
And there are a few of them.
I just dont think it is in my nature.
Since my last post, I have been busy working, ptsd sessions, 60 Day Challenge x 3 per week.
The weeks have been a blur.
Its Monday again and then its Saturday and then its Monday again.
The not so new drug is still a roller coaster ride.
The doctor reduced the drug by 25mg, as I started to have regular panic attacks (which I havent had for ages) and after two weeks of several panic attacks, I couldnt bare the thought of having to deal with them again, and after two weeks was worn out and emotional.
The panic attacks did subside, but I was still getting wired after a few days and having at least one a week.
So, as my GP is on holidays for two months, I decided to reduce the dosage by 25mg. That was just over a week ago and I havent had any panic attacks.
I didnt get to bed until 3am and couldnt sleep, so had to take a valium. I slept for a couple of hours and then was wide awake, and because I couldnt get back to sleep, I started to get very anxious and couldnt seem to calm myself, so took another two valium as I could feel panic creeping in.
I know its all in the mind that gets me to the panic stage, but I havent quite mastered doing it without the valium when I get overtired.
I also know that if I go to bed too late, this is what happens.
We went out for Japanese and then met up with some friends to celebrate my birthday and another friends birthday, which were both last week.
Ive had the last week and a bit off, as there were three public holidays, so was able to have 10 days off and only use three days leave.
The week before we met my sister and my brothers house for his birthday and also got to know his family a bit more, as we havent seen them for a few years.
His little girls (my nieces) are so beautiful. I envy what he has, but with my psychological issues, am glad we didnt have kids. It would not be an ideal environment to bring up kids in.
So its back to work tomorrow and the busy schedule starts again.
Work, Extend Barre x 3 per week and Im going back to fencing next week.
I have noticed that when I was busy, I didnt get to think too much.
Over the last week and a half, that I have not been at work, Ive become more depressed and started isolating myself again.
Ive made an appointment with a psychiatrist, but it isnt until the June 6th, so I hope the roller coaster doesnt get too scary between now and then.
I also hope the psych can help me with getting my drugs right.
I hope youre all doing OK out there. I havent been reading blogs either, due to the weeks being a blur and when I isolate myself I also disappear online.
So hopefully I read more blogs, when I get back into a routine, which Im hoping reduces my isolation.
I hope everyone had a great Easter.
The Allegron has started to even out.
The GP lowered the dosage, as it was making me stutter and I started having panic attacks again.
After a week or so after lowering the dosage, Im not stuttering as much and it is gradually going away.
The panic attacks lasted a couple of weeks and have stopped also, since lowering the dosage.
I, however, am not evening out.
I still am having reoccurring thoughts of death and different ways I could achieve death.
I have seen an episodes in a TV shows where someone has shot themselves and killed themselves and another where they wanted to shoot themselves and had run out of bullets.
Both times I wished it could be me, so I dont have to deal with my depression, anxiety or panic attacks.
Or worry about if I cant go to work, that I will lose my job and then cant pay the rent and have nowhere for my kitties to live and have money to look after them.
I dont want to hurt anymore, I dont want to feel like I do anymore.
I wish I didnt have to be strong anymore and go to work, so I can look after my kitties.
I feel so alone.
My friends dont know what is going on and I wont tell them, because then they will talk to other friends and everyone will know, probably think I am crazy somehow.
I cant talk to bf. He doesnt like talking about serious things and cant handle emotions being showed by either of us.
He would probably be better off, if he didnt have me. He could find someone younger and will go out more often to the pub to drink.
I think he would get over not having me around and move on.
Im surprised he havent traded me in for a younger model already.
I often wonder why he stays with me.
He isnt all bad, he has many other good traits that not enough people have. eg. honest, trustworthy. And he loves my kitties.
I dont want to have to be strong anymore.
But I dont know if I am even brave enough to finish the job.
So Im stuck in limbo.
Kitty is sick, but hopefully increasing the dose of his tablets, will keep him well.
If I lose kitty or I am involved in another crime, I know I wont get back up again.
I dont want to keep going now. Life is so draining.
It would just be easier and less draining if it could end.
I wish I didnt have to go on. Or go to work tomorrow.
But if I stop and I lose kitty, I will die inside first.
I didnt get much home “chill time”, which I get a bit stir crazy, if I dont get any.
Today at work, I found the anxiety fog was making it hard for me to focus on work.
When I got on the bus to come home, I starting feeling waves of anxiety.
I rang bf to try and distract myself.
It was not a fun bus ride home.
I thought if I had a nap when I came home, I would be able to do an Xtend Barre class.
But no, I still feel like crap.
I hope the panic attacks dont decide to reside in my head too long.
They are very draining and interrupt life and bring on depression.
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