I'm Back!

Hey Everyone/Anyone,

I have been gone for a few months but I am back. I was going through a very hard time as you could tell from my last blog post I am sure. I ended up being hospitalized and slowly working my way back to a state of recovery. I avoided the blog and that post for the last two months, not even checking in at all. Now I am back. I still haven't gone back and read that blog and may not be able to for awhile but I am moving past it.
I got a new therapist and she is amazing, we really click and I really believe she is going to be able to help me. I am still seeing my psychiatrist but no longer taking meds. My fiance and I are working hard at mending our relationship and I have changed my life in so many ways already. I know it's going to be a long road but if I could get through it then there is hope for the future. I'm going to try and blog more often and not give up on it this time.
I don't feel like updating on everything that has gone on in the last few months because it is painful and tender still. It will probably come out in future posts at some point but unnecessarily reliving the misery isn't going to help me today. I hope you all are doing well and I look forward to catching up on everything I missed. And thanks for everyones support during these times.

I Give Up. Goodbye.

The last thing I had left to care for is gone. My fiance has a problem with internet porn, specifically child pornography and incest. He was molested at a young age by a family member. I have tried to understand and be supportive and hook him up with the right people and he doesn't care. it's not something I can have in my home and now that I know he chooses that over me i told him to leave. He left to a different city, in my car, with my dogs. I have spent the last year and a half trying to support him and encourage him while he used me and my family to put him through school. He has had several opportunity's but he doesn't want help. It hurts me terribly and now that he is gone and taken the last bit of love i had in this world i am done. goodbye world, i hope you fuckin rot in hell. See you there.

HELP!

I don't know what to do. I know I haven't blogged in a long time but to put it lightly things haven't been going well, and it's gone from bad to worse. I saw my psychiatrist today for the second time and....well I FUCKING HATE HER! She has been of no use to me but everything ends up being my fault. I moved from the big city to a small town to reduce my stress among other reasons. I waited 7 months to see her only to do a lame med review, which she never even gave me a new Rx so I had to go to Emergency to get a refill on my antidepressants when I realized too late there were no refills at my pharmacy. So fine. Also at that appointment I was told that for some reason I wasn't on the waiting list for a therapist, despite my phone calls and inquisitions over those seven months as to when something may happen. I could have been seeing a therapist for the last 6 months. So I went back to my psychiatrist today. Not only was she very late getting me in which I understand, people fall behind. But I made the effort to go, after hours of fighting with myself not to call and cancel, and drove to a different town, and arrived 15 minutes early out of respect. So I wait in the waiting room for over a half hour and then I only ended up getting a 15 minute appointment, WTF? Not only did she not ask about my medications or give me a prescription, she didn't mention all the lab work I had to have done and spent ten minutes trying to figure out where I was on the waiting list only to tell me it will still be two weeks and she has no control over it. Well thanks for wasting my time. Then I explained to her that I was really feeling disappointed at the lack of help I am receiving. My emotions are out of control and I am having trouble with day to day life. Like not being able to get out of bed, of being so terribly fearful to leave my house that I am sometimes paralyzed by it, that my job is suffering and the hours I get are barely enough to pay for my medication, my fiance is in school, I have the weight of the world on my shoulders because everyone seems to think I am to blame because I don't make enough money to support us. She told me to get a job as a Walmart greeter, yeah someone who can barely leave the house and has extreme social anxiety. I am crushed by feelings of guilt, depression, anxiety, worthlessness and poor body image every day.
Do you know what she told me? She told me that although she knows the reasons I decided to move to a small town, and there is less help here. (My fault?)  SO what do I have to do to put myself on the list? Attempt suicide and be hospitalized? I think I got it down now, I had two unsuccessful attempts, I'm sure I could make another one and make it through. I am obviously not very good at it.
Then she told me I need to exercise to get rid of my anxiety, run up and down the stairs at my house,several times a day.. And then I will be fitter, she told me. Yeah thanks bitch, as if I didn't have enough concerns about my weight, and she knows that. So I guess it's push anorexia day today.
I booked back in for a month from now. However at the time I feel like she is only in it for the money and doesn't really want to help anyone. Her advice is totally bunk and makes me wonder where she got her liscence. My problem, there is noone else. I feel totally hopeless right now. I am getting progressively worse over this time, have become a total shut in, only leave the house about once a week and that's either for appointments or work. Everything is going down the drain and I can't get any help. 15 minutes once a month just doesn't do it for me. I know I am on the waiting list for a therapist but I kind of wonder...I mean, if the only psychiatrist is too busy to help and the therapists are taking on her patients, how busy are they? Are they going to be able to help. I can't move back to the city. It will eat me alive. But I have no hope anymore. I really just want to give up.
So here I am. Broke verging on homeless, ridden with suicidal thoughts and beginning stages of agoraphobia, along with my Borderline Personality Disorder, depression and anxiety. So I am told I shouldn't have moved to a small town, I should exercise obsessively(that's what it will become if I do that) and get a job in a public place where there are droves of people. Fuck off.
I don't know what to do.

Art Therapy Project

Hey guys, well I guess it's time for me to begin this project I have been contemplating for several months now. My research into art therapy began when I was looking for some artistic coping mechanisms, which I can relate to. I have found some more interesting than others but regardless it is difficult to actually be involved in any type of program as they are not easily accessible in most areas. I want to create a small art therapy program which will possibly be in the form of a zine/workbook because I feel like everyone should have the chance to try these methods. I am in no way a therapist, I want to create something that will be healing for people and not triggering at the same time. If any of you have any ideas of projects I could add into this, or just any knowledge or resource you know of that you think might be helpful in creating this I would love to hear them. You can either leave me a comment or send an email to me at kellokiki@hotmail.com. I already have a fair amount of information and resources but I want it to be something that everyone can use, however I am going to try and make the exercises relevant to people who suffer from mental illness as a way to cope. Everyone who submits an idea, whether I use it or not, will have their name put into a draw. I will be drawing 3 names upon completion of the zine who will receive a free copy. I anticipate it's going to take me a month or less to make and publish as I am quite busy at the moment. But please, I would love to hear your suggestions. I have very few followers so I am not sure how far this will reach, but if you know of anyone who might be interested in this please pass it along. Thanks guys, look forward to hearing your suggestions!

Obsessing and Depressing

I don't know if any of you deal with obsessions but lately I seem to be obsessing on a much larger scale than normal. I haven't posted in a few days, but I haven't been gone,as some of you know I have still been posting comments. I am here now trying to "break" my obsession before fiance and roommate get home. The last few days have been filled with it. I have been online all day and gotten sucked into the internet. I keep telling myself I am going to stop, do some art, take a nap, but as soon as I know it it's been 12 hours and I can't come back. I have been obsessed with a couple people who make vlogs, particularily one person, whom I don't even know, to the point where I sit and watch their video's, sometimes up to 100 in a row, sometimes the same ones over and over. They aren't even about anything relative to me, I gain nothing constructive from it, learn nothing from it. Today my obsession was with my mental illness, my borderline personality disorder, as it started. Which I think is ok to research. The best way to combat an mental illness is to first research and study yourself in it. But then I begin to see correlations with other things and it turns into a whole hypochondriac type thing. I was pretty sure at one point today that I am Schizophrenic. Some days its' art. I start to work on my art and physically cannot stop, even if I want to I can't get my mind off it and walk away. Some days I obsess about sitting on the couch, in my spot, to the point where I almost can't physically move if I tried, having to go to the bathroom so bad it hurt before I eventually removed myself. Yesterday a guy from the gas company showed up at the door, I saw him through the window while I was sitting at the computer desk and the dogs started barking. He stood there forever as I tried to hide in the corner and I was worried he was trying to get me or hurt me and I hid underneath the computer desk like a frightened child until he left, and even then for awhile after. I am so afraid of other people I am confined to my house but dying of being alone. I don't know what to do anymore. It's so hard living inside this head I can't even understand. The weirdest thing is if nobody had ever told me this behaviour was bad I may not even concentrate on it. I don't even know if I make sense anymore. All I know is this is the first time I have been able to "unlock" myself of my own free will, knowing that I need to stop and applying the measures to do so. I feel like I have symptoms that don't even exist to any disease and I talk about it and everyone says "oh that's normal" but to me those are the things that are "psycho". It just doesn't make sense. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. I got the feeling that Dr. R. doesn't really want to help me, none of them do, thats why I wasn't on the waiting list for a therapist even though I went through everything proper and have been waiting 7 months. I was totally honest with my doctor and she totally brushed me off as a drunk/addict, which btw I have never been accused of before, even by my last psychiatrist who knew about my drinking and smoking weed but she felt it was under control and not an issue. The new doctor thinks I should go to AADAC. I admit my drinking has become more so, and not for the right reasons but fuck I am telling you my symptoms and whats happening and it's getting blamed on my actions? Believe me I have been sober MANY a day and still had to deal with my mind melt overload. Nobody wants to help me. I am going to die out here. 7 months with nobody to even talk to or review meds and I am waiting again, how long this time? I think they want me to give up so they can deal with other people who are easier. I told my doctor I am hearing voices, not really but kind of. It's like there is a radio in my head and it's on a boring talk radio station, but ti's muffled. I can hear that people are talking but not what they're saying. It mostly happens at night and sometimes it's so annoying I become distracted. First she blamed this on drug and alcohol use then she said it's because of my Seroquel, that I am overdosing on it, well wtf? What is it? How can someone help me if they don't even listen to me! And there is nowhere else to go, there is nobody else here to talk to. I'm so afraid that one day I will give up every last shred of hope I am clinging onto and realize I can't be cured and nobody can help me and have nothing left to live for. I hate myself so much sometimes I just want to kick my own ass and beat some sense into me. I no longer have any confidence or self esteem. I don't deserve treatment I guess.

Valentines Day, Psych Visit

Well I went to my first appointment with my psychiatrist Dr. R. yesterday, Happy V-DAY to me! Uck. My fiance took the day off school to take me in case I was really upset after. It went okay, she was really nice and had this adorable British accent and long blond hair and lots of her kids artwork all over the wall. She was really upfront with me telling me that because we are in a rural area and she is the only psychiatrist who can prescribe meds in the area that I will mostly be seeing her just for that, every 4-6 weeks. She said I should be on a waiting list for a therapist I can see 1-2 times a week and call if I am in crisis. But when she went to look, nobody had put me on the waiting list. 7 months I've been waiting but she put me on the list and said they should call in a few weeks. She also wants me to go to a program called PACE that runs here, which is for survivors of sexual and physical abuse. Also she wants me to go to ADAC, alcohol and drug addiction counselling. I pretty much told her I have been smoking marijuana for 15 years give or take and I'm most likely not going to quit, it has become a part of my lifestyle and I'm not ready to let it go. But she wants me to go mainly for my drinking. She said not that I have to quit and say I'm an alcoholic, which I don't believe I am. But i can admit that I use alcohol as a coping mechanism so I have to learn not to do that or I will be looking at my alcohol turning into a big problem. But they are just suggestions, I am not required to go to either of these but I think I will, if she suggested she must feel like it will be helpful. Also upon reviewing my meds and symptoms, she believes I am basically overdosing on Seroquel and wants to bring me down off it, which I am also happy about. I have been experiencing extreme symptoms of Akathisia, which is basically extreme restlessness. If I sit in the same position for too long ti actually physically hurts so I am never comfortable, among other symptoms I've been having. Dr. R. is worried because I have been experiencing extreme sugar cravings and Seroquel can actually cause you to become diabetic over time. She is requesting to check my cholesterol, blood glucose levels, my liver and kidneys, etc.  I have to go to the lab and get some tests done. But she won't prescribe me anything for panic attacks. I just wanted some Ativan or something for when they strike, but she said it's not safe for em to have that much medication on hand, she was surprised that I only refill my prescriptions once a month and thinks I should pick them up only every two weeks, she said if I feel unsafe I can turn my pills in to the pharmacy and they will hold onto them for me. But as I explained that has never been a problem for me, I did a few overdoses on pills before and it doesn't get you anywhere except really sick. Besides the fact that my fiance often dispenses my pills to me so he knows what the levels are like and would notice if I was abusing my medication. She also hooked me up with an outreach program in case I feel like I am in crisis. It's not quite that comfortable for em to admit myself to the hospital because I work at the hospital and everyone knows me. SO while I was kind of upset that after all this time I am not even on the waiting list for a therapist and wont be seeing Dr. R very often but overall I guess it went ok.

After the appointment me and A. went out for breakfast to celebrate valentines day but that's about all we did. When I got home I finally called my boss, which I have been very nervous about. I can't go back to the other location. It's too long a drive, I don't like being that far away from home and I'm just not happy there. Instead of continuing to miss shifts and kill myself with worry I thought I had better just be honest. It was so hard for me to confront her. But I called and told her the truth and said I would rather stop now than them paying me to train me there if I have no intention of wanting to work there. So she was cool about it, she was glad I was honest. I am going to continue to work at the hospital in my home town then she is starting em training at the hospital in the next city over. But that's only a 15 minute drive as opposed to 45 minute commute to the other place. Overall I was quite happy with how the day went. Me and my fiance made love last night for the first time in a long time, I have been feeling very insecure lately. But it was amazing and I am so happy he hasn't given up on me. I thought I would never meet anyone who would be able to put up with my BS and still love me. Don't get me wrong, we have problems, both of us individually and together, but we are both seeking help and supporting each other. He's the first person in my life I ever felt like REALLY loved me unconditionally. Not many people know how to deal with a 31 year old with the emotional maturity of a child.

As it seems I am very pleased with things I am still very depressed. I was looking forward to laying on the couch and snuggling with my pets and surfing the net, blogging, doing some art- my usual routine. But there was 20cm of snow last night and my fiance and roommate weren't able to get there today. They are sitting here intruding on my day. So I actually have to so stuff and pretend like I'm not totally useless. Pretend

Overwhelmed

Well I have a few things that have really been bothering me lately. I have had quite a bit of time off work (from being sick with tonsillitis, and sick of life and not wanting to go). But now I have to go back tomorrow, all day. And work with someone I don't even know, and I'm freaking out! Whenever I meet someone new I feel completely overwhelmed and certain that I have "crazy" stamped on my forehead. Aside from the fact that it is hard to manage in the real world after 4-5 day isolation periods of not leaving the house and living in pajamas. Just the fact that I am working with the public all day throws me over the edge sometimes. I am really nervous and half worried that I will make some excuse not to go again, but I can't keep doing that. It's getting ridiculous. My fiance is in school so I can't just be throwing away money like this.
The other thing is that I have my first appointment with my new psychiatrist on Monday. I have been waiting 7 months to see her and now I am terrified. I don't even know what I want to say. I'm worried I won't like her or she won't like me, then I'm screwed because I think she is the only psychiatrist for 50 miles. I'm worried I am going to spend too much time in session focusing on some small thing and not getting to the point of what is really going on. I have been trying to make a list of things I want to talk about so I don't forget everything I wanted to say. But with my scatterbrain it just turned into a whole bunch of little lists scattered about and lists being re-written and revised over and over again to the point in which it just seems like my brain, thoughts splattered all over the place with no real meaning.

Isolation Addict

I'm sitting here thinking that I secretly manipulated my way into getting what I want and I am still not happy. All weekend I have been dreading work on Monday. I have been sick with tonsillitis and ear infections and missed two evening shifts last week. I have been convincing myself that I don't like my job at this new location, I work a casual position that allows me to work between different locations. This new one is a 40 minute commute which can be scary for me to be that far away from home and I get scared that I will have an anxiety attack and have to drive all the way home. Well I didn't go again today, I have told myself I am still sick, I kind of am. But even not wanting to go back makes no sense, I only actually worked at this location for one day and I had felt like it was a good day at the time. So now I am sitting at home, just what I wanted, but I feel guilty.
So I called my work and called my big boss and they had no concern. I work as a casual so they didn't actually have to replace me, it was just training shifts for the new location. And they told me just to get better and we will reschedule those shifts, so I'm not really out any money. I just need to get the courage to actually go to work. I feel like such a screw up.
I've been feeling really depressed lately. I've consumed alcohol in excess almost every day for the last week. In fact I am already drinking and it's not even 10 am. My fiance keeps buying me booze to keep me happy. Oddly it does quite calm me. I normally do not drink to this extreme. I drink a fair amount, socially. But it's not been a habit of mine to drink during the day or by myself as it has been of late. I don't think I have a problem but I think if it continues I am in danger of it becoming a problem. It's all I can do to make my pain go away though. I have been tranquilizing myself with Seroquel and other medications and it's become that that's not enough to get me through the day.
I have been isolating myself at home for quite awhile now. It's to the point that I think it is hindering me in my daily life. Usually I go 2-3 days at a time f no contact with the outside world then I have to go get stuff done. But lately my isolation's have been climbing up to 4-5 days at a time. And it extends even further to avoiding my family and friends. It really hit me the other day when my best friend text me and said she feels like I am mad at her or don't want to talk to her anymore because every time she calls or texts I never respond. She is totally right. I told her I'm sorry, she's the only girlfriend I do have still. I apologized and explained what's been going on. I made time for a long chat with her that night and it made me feel better and her too. I didn't even have an excuse, I told her I've been terrible and she doesn't deserve that, she is such a good friend to me. I guess that's why she understands and can accept my idiosyncrasies.

Up/Down

I haven't written a post in awhile. I've really been all over the place the last week or so. I went from excited about my new job to not wanting to go back. From feeling confident and upbeat to miserable. I got very close to having myself admitted twice in the last week. Other times I am euphoric and excitable. It's so confusing.
I started the week by working at my new job then didn't go the second day due to bad weather and the highway being closed. I started setting up my art studio which I haven't done since we moved her in December so my stuff was everywhere. That felt good. It was alot of work and it felt like an accomplishment. I started a few new art projects that I was really excited about and happy with. But I had to quit. In all the fun and excitement I hadn't realized I was out of some major supplies I needed. But when it came down to it I had been tucked away inside for a few days and not realized how comfortable I was with burrowing. Until I realized that I didn't have the courage to go outside and deal with people. I couldn't even make myself go to the pharmacy to pick up my prescriptions because I was too afraid. This has become a pattern lately, so much so that my avoidance even stretched out to my blog.
My fiance ended up picking my Rx up for me. I still got plunged out into the world however when I got a really bad sore throat and had to go to Emergency. It ended up being tonsillitis and I feel like my head is going to fall off.
11 more days until my first visit with my new psychiatrist. This last seven months being unattended has been excruciating. The panic attacks have increased dramatically and my depression seems harder and harder to fight off each time I get sucked into it.

Good/Bad

I amaze myself sometimes with how contradictory I am in my own life. Yesterday I started my first day at my new job, same field just a different location. I was so nervous I swear I could have spontaneously combusted on the drive there just from nerves alone. I thought I was going to throw up or pass out. Lucky A. was there or I probably would have.
The day went without fail, clearly much to learn but got good vibes. People seemed to like me there. At the end of it all  was fairly pleased with myself. After all it was a mere few days before I drove 40 miles for the commute to pick up A. from school-to accompany me on a quick walk through of the new workplace to familiarize myself before I went. I had visions in my head of walking in there and confidently speaking to my new supervisor, professionally introduce myself before my fist day....not quite what happened. We walked into the hospital and were standing in the front lobby, faced by a sign of "Please take off wet or muddy footwear". In complying with this task realized through a glass door view that the place where I am possibly to be working is immediately in front of us. We took off our shoes and despite A.'s plea that we had already passed my station, we were approached by another station of gleaming sterile looking specimens. I stopped halfway in between the two forts, begging my heart not to explode out of my chest, and asked A. if he could please be discreet but this is too much for me to handle and I need to casually back out of this place immediately. We left. We had been there no more than 30 seconds. I drove 40 miles one way, to go there for half a minute. I am completely embarrassed with myself. Normal people don't have problems with everyday life like I do.
On my first official day I was so nervous I swear I was visibly shaking like an epileptic. My body was jolting in defiance of me as I entered the door. I was greeted with smiling faces and warm welcomes. I always "know" everything will be ok in the end. But when I am in the moment I can't even reason that anyone could ever accept anything I have to offer. It all turned well, the ladies were lovely, I had nothing to worry about. But wait until I tell you about today. Polar opposite. I am still trying to let it absorb and settle in so I can accept it, so I will have to tell you about it tomorrow. If I can remember it all by then.

Art Therapy

I thought I would post this interesting video I found while researching "Art Therapy". I personally find this video inspiring and believe in some ways art therapy has gotten me through some tough times, by using concentration (on art) for distraction. I find it easier to express myself creatively than to express myself with words sometimes. Let me know if you know anything about art therapy that you would like to add, if you have any questions or if you would like to hear more on the topic.

What's the Point of My Blog?

What is the point of my blog? The answer is, well I'm not quite sure anymore. It seems like I only blog when I am in crisis, or when I am feeling OK I only blog out of guilt that I haven't written. Or the fact that I don't want to be too depressing to anyone who actually reads this rubbish. I am not a talented writer so I am sure most of my posts are very uninteresting to most. The posts I write when I am miserable, anxiety ridden or even suicidal are the only posts that actually have any true meaning. I don't even feel like a real person when I'm not in crisis. I have become so familiar with pain and mental illness it almost seems to define me. Any other time I write I feel like a total fake. Don't get me wrong, I don't lie about anything on here, there is no need to. I just don't really know who I am when I'm not depressed. But to look back on only a deep black hole of my life and see nothing bright and shiny can actually cause me to have a panic attack, because as much as I feel I am defined by depression, mental illness, BPD- I don't want to be.
I have reasoned that I should still write as maybe one day I will be able to see some sort of pattern or improvement in myself but right now it's just nauseating. I have also reasoned that I should write for personal therapy, as I am still waiting to meet my new psychiatrist since I moved up to rural butt fuck nowhere (6 months down and one month to go) so it helps me get my feelings out in a way. Ir does seem unreasonable to me that I have had to wait this long. Before I moved here I was  hospitalize din the psych ward, went to Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, was registered into Dialectical Behaviour Therapy but quit, was having one to two visits with my psychiatrist a week and not working, still in a very tender state. It feels to me like everyone just wanted to get rid of me, pass me off, because there is no way someone of my mental health should have been left unattended for seven months. I have had several instances of extreme use of drugs and alcohol, self-harm and suicidal ideations. I have to tranquilize myself with medications to keep going. On top of that I am trying to hold up a job, a relationship, and my sanity.
So what is the point of this blog? Nothing. I guess it eats up some of my time and distracts me momentarily, is that considered a coping mechanism? However sometimes reading my blog can trigger me too. I try not to read it too much, I try to wait until down the road when maybe I can start recognizing some things from what I write, but sometimes it's just easier to wallow in self misery.
In fact the best thing about this blog is my reading list, I love reading everyone elses blogs, feeling like I can relate to someone, but I have trouble humanizing other people too. I know there are a few of you who do read this, and I thank you (namely Sairs- thanks for your comments and support, you are lovely!) because I guess that is partially why I keep going.
I am wondering if I should share this blog with my psychiatrist? I know some of you have done so, I wonder if it is beneficial for therapy or just something my psychiatrist will use against me in some way. (Maybe that's paranoia). Anyways, I am going to post a poll and if anyone reads this could you please give me some insight on this matter either by poll or comments, then I shall decide the fate of Borderline Ballistic.

Back to Life, Back to Reality.

I went back to work last week for the first time in about 3 weeks. I had been beginning to learn how to occupy myself with hobbies, I was doing some jewelry making and working on a cross stitch for a gift. I've noticed it helped keep me distracted, however in the wait to go back to work I have had to keep myself quite tranquilized with drugs and medications at the same time as using my distractions, but I now only have 3 weeks left until my first appointment with my new psychiatrist.
My specialist sent me a letter and I have my balance test and my hearing test booked in the city. These are the tests which will decide if I qualify for a bone implanted hearing aid. They don't think it will be a problem since I have next to no hearing in my left ear, accompanied by vertigo and balance problems. A regular hearing aid wouldn't allow me to hear any better so it's either this or nothing. I'm sure the process will take awhile yet but I am fairly confident about the outcome.
A. took me to the city yesterday to go shopping and I ended up getting my nose pierced again. It's something I have been talking about for at least six months but I needed to be in the city. It looks good, was exactly what I wanted and should heal up perfectly by the time I go back to work on Wednesday. I am starting to train at a different hospital starting then and none of those people have met me before. So I am sure they will just assume I always had it. Besides I have seen other people working in health services with nose piercings before and usually the union doesn't like to put up much of a stink about things. I had had my nose pierced when I was thirteen with a gun, what a bad idea. I was lucky that I never had problems with it and I wore it for several years, then it just fell out one day when I was camping and grew over. I never really liked the placement of it, it was much too low on my nostril so I got my new one above it with a ring and it covers the hole of my old one. One day if I wanted I could get my original piercing done again and have a double piercing on one nostril which might look cool but probably not while I work for health services. I don't want to push the envelope too much.
I am still however extremely nervous to go back to work now. New people, new job. I hope they like me and I like them. Whenever I meet new people I am always worried that I wear this stamp of Borderline Personality Disorder. Like I wear it on my skin and everyone knows. Maybe that's just paranoia. A. is going to take me to the hospital before I work so we can find out where I have to go and take a look around. That should help me feel a little more prepared and confident I suppose.
In the meantime I am going to enjoy the fact that I can send all day with my two dogs and my two kitties. I love them so much, they are a comfort to me. I miss them alot when I go to work so at least I will have the next couple of days to spend with my babies. That's happy.

Home Sweet Home!

Our trip to the city proved fruitful. My appointment with my ear doctor went well. I may be officially part robot soon, bionic ear is what I mean. I may qualify for a procedure to have a bone implanted hearing aid which would normally cost $15,000.0 but I will get it free, at the price of being a guinea pig for the last twenty years or so. Nonetheless I am very excited to be able to hear again, I know it will be a long process but I am totally dedicated to this! Imagine hearing again!
We had a very interesting weekend. We were held up on our trip both ways due to weather related issues. We ended up staying an extra day but it was mostly family time and it was fun.
I start back to work on Wednesday and I am nervous, it's been awhile. But I'm sure everything will be okay. I start at a new hospital next week and I am extremely nervous about that, all new people.
Also I am thinking of dreading my hair. I will do it slowly so it will e progressively accepted by work and if not will at least qualify under prejudice if they fired me. Not looking for that at all. But want to be free and natural and unjudged. As long as I do a good job and am professional it shouldn't matter right? If i do I will make another blog about that but I am almost sort of already in the process, pics will be posted.
Anyways when I was away I had no access to the Internet and really missed checking on my blog and my reading list of your blogs, and I missed you all. I felt so refreshed and renewed when I read all of your blogs. Some were happy, some were sad, tormented, pained, But some were refreshing, renewing and spiritual. And I missed each and every single one of you! Much love, lets bond together through our pain, help each other overcome hardships, and live a renewed life of happiness and peace.

Birthday Blah!

Today is my fifth day in a row of total indoor seclusion. I managed to delay our trip to the city not by confident decision making, and by luck that the wrath of mother nature came down in full force here. We got a blizzard with over a foot of snow overnight with highway warnings not to travel. Sweet. But I don't want to miss my appointment with my hearing specialist so we are going to leave tomorrow and stay overnight, then go to my appointment and come back. A. will have to miss school (Did I mention through all of this I am trying to put my fiance through college?) but I won't go by myself. So I will have to take a break from my recent clutch of isolation.

Today is also my birthday. I turned 31. It makes no difference to me either way really. I already felt old and decrepit as it was. I got a present from my parents and a few phone calls and texts which made me feel good because I thought I would be totally forgotten. I spoke to mom and dad and my brother's girlfriend. My parents were over there for dinner, but my brother never made it to the phone, which is probably a good thing. It does kind of bug me though that my parents always hang out with them. I know that they all live in the same city and I don't but even when I did live there they never made that effort with me. I would have to beg and plead with my mom to go shopping or out for lunch or something mother/daughtery and she would break down only very few and far between requests. And it was never fun anyways. But she goes to dinner and movies with my brothers girlfriend? Hmmm.

Then there is the fact that I worry, obsess about, and fear this woman who isn't even my biological mother. My biological mother gave me up for adoption when I was born and I lived in an orphanage until my adoptive parents came for me I think about two months later, I'm not sure I would have to check my adoption records, but no matter. But today I always think about her, my birthday. I wonder if she's thinking of me? If she regrets giving me away or if she's happy she made the right decision? If she looks like me, thinks like me? I usually stop myself because I am not ready to even consider trying to look. I couldn't handle the devastation if I was rejected.

I FINALLY got my first paycheck from my job, payroll mix up left it delayed when I was supposed to get it at Christmas, so that was a nice little gift. But directly following that I got a letter from Canada Revenue Agency that I owe over $1,200 in back taxes because they were missing a T-4 from last year, which I told them at the time I was unable to obtain a T-4 from that employer so they should have done that but obviously didn't. So they basically cancel each other out. Just another kick in the ass from the government, thanks. Because that's what I need is more people to owe money that I don't have.

Other than that my day has mostly revolved around food. A. got up and made me banana chocolate chip buttermilk pancakes for breakfast, yummy! He did everything today, he cleaned and took care of me and let me take three naps. I've been really sedated the last few days. My stress has been out of control so I have been taking my full doses of Seroquel and then some and I am still having panic attacks. I'm so depressed lately I just have so many thoughts going through my brain I just want it to stop. The only way to do that lately seems sedation and sleep. On top of that my sciatic nerve in my spine has been really bothering me for the last few days so I have been taking muscle relaxants and analgesics on top of it all. So explains my urgency to nap. I wasn't awake long enough to eat anything for lunch, but A. is making taco's for dinner, scrumptulescent! Followed by some rich rich ice cream for desert! So while the whole day revolves around food it is all things I enjoy to eat so at least my tummy will be happy. That's a start.

Anxiously Isolating

I'm sitting here waiting for a phone call from my boss about my job and anticipating the aforementioned trip this weekend and literally boiling with anxiety. I guess there is a downside to isolation, waiting alone is pure stress. As I continue to think about it I am getting more and more worked up. I don't even want to go on this trip. I don't want to see anyone or have anyone see me. I feel socially awkward even around my friends. Some of them I don't even really consider friends, I just let them believe they are my friends. But honestly if most of them stopped talking to me tomorrow I probably couldn't care less. I guess it's just abandonment conditioning or something. But I don't want to have to put on a show that everything is OK for the whole weekend, that's even harder than accepting that everything is NOT OK. I'm feeling nauseous and tight chested just thinking about it. But on the flip side, if I don't go I know I will regret the fun I missed and the love I would receive. I know its not healthy to want to be alone all the time, but I feel comfortable and safe when I'm at home, and if that doesn't work the surefire cure is to run to my bed and hide under the covers. It's really juvenile but it makes me feel better, the whole if I can't see them they can't see me theory. A. has gotten so used to it that when I run and hide under the covers he will crawl underneath with me and hold me and ask me if I feel safe. I hate the thought of not having my bed close. A. has assured me that if I am not up to making this trip I can cancel my appointment and stay home. He will g to the city to get some of the things we need, and I will be home alone, it's about a 7 hour drive each way. But then I feel guilty to make him go alone, and I will miss the appointment I'm waiting so long for, plus there are a few things we need to pick up from back home. I told him I would wait to see what my boss says. I reasoned that if she doesn't want me to start for a few weeks I'll go on this trip because I will have time to wind down again before I go back to work. But if she wants me to start work right away I won't go. I can't even tell if I am being reasonable or logical about this or of everything I am thinking is just totally distorted right now.

Life From The Couch

It is my third day in a row of doing nothing. I haven't even gone outside, and I love it. My neighbours must think I'm a zombie because every time they pull in or out of their driveway they can see me sitting in the same spot. I've been taking my regular meds Celexa, Wellbutrin, Seroquel as well as Nasonex nose spray and Robaxacet plus whatever other (sugar, caffeine, weed) stimulants I can find to keep numb. I just have absolutely no desire to do anything. I just sit around and wait until I can write on my blog, even though it doesn't really matter. Whether I wrote five times a day or five times a year I don't think anyone would notice.
I'm supposed to go to the city this weekend because I have an appointment with an ear specialist regarding my deaf left ear which has had several surgeries and causes me nothing but problems and pain. I have been waiting over a year for this appointment and they have rescheduled me twice. But now that it's here I have been desperately hoping they would cancel again because I am very anxious about seeing my friends and A.'s family right now. When I don't feel "quite right" I am usually absolutely convinced it's written right across my forehead in permanent marker so it makes me anxious to be around them. Is it still considered social anxiety if you have panic attacks when you're around close friends and family?
So I am sitting here waiting for a call from my boss. They are moving me to a different hospital to train. I applied for one position which is more hours than now but not full time, it's about 65% of full time, then I can work casual at the other hospitals too. I don't know why I applied for this job when I could have just been thrown around for training everywhere, which would be significantly less work. Aside from the fact that the job I applied for is a 40 minute commute, as opposed to a 5 minute or 15 minute drive at the other jobs. And to be quite honest I don't want to work more. I am struggling as it is to just get out of bed and get showered by noon most days, and leaving the house is a totally different situation that I need to prepare myself for. It's so depressing. A. is always telling me relax, don't do anything. However, two weeks ago we had almost $8,000.00 in the bank because he finally sold his craptastic truck and now it's mostly gone. We have less than $1,000.00. So that money plus the $4,000.00 he gets from student loans could have gotten us through the whole rest of his school term but now we need to scrimp and save and I have to work more. I'm not trying to sound selfish. It's just totally irresponsible that all that savings is gone. I know I'm bad with money, because of my impulse shopping sprees and whatnot but I was being really good this time and I had no idea because I have been locked out of online banking for awhile too. We shouldn't have done Christmas, that's all. So now I'm waiting for my boss to call me and tell me when and where I go to work next, which will kind of determine how long we stay in the city for, I might not even be able to make it to that appointment if she wants me to start right away.  I mostly only wanna go just to see my best friend and her kids, as well as A.'s family and his nephew. I don't even want to see other friends or even let them know I'm there. It's just too much. I feel like I am isolating myself alot lately but it's ok because I am geographically isolated from many of the people in my life anyways and I have no friends or anything where I am. I was even considering doing more work on the computer, in the digital world. Because then you aren't ever really responsible to anyone. In a way this blog is my best friend because I can say anything, it doesn't judge, it doesn't hurt. It's not going to call me names or make me feel bad about myself. (Although I try not to look at many of my past entries). So for the time being, if occupying one couch cushion and a computer chair make me feel a bit more relaxed and keep me from doing less constructive things then that's a bonus. Maybe once I get back to therapy I will have more ambition to be present in the real world. I feel like Borderline Personality Disorder has become me, I have become it. Everything I do is based on my BPD and I can see it clear as day. My cognitive behavioral therapy taught me to recognize my emotions and distortions, but I still don't have the skills to do anything about it. It's like my brain has been programmed to constantly remind me what a freak I am. Maybe I should have stayed in Dialectical Behaviour Therapy group, but one of the therapists I swear to god in heaven is an evil witch. She scared the muffins out of me. Oh yeah, and I let the anger get the best of me when I layed a verbal lashing this ignorant woman in group who was totally mean and offensive to everyone there and I felt like it wasn't a place that was going to be conducive to learning for me, or I would have gotten kicked out anyway so I quit. Now I wait.

Desperately Seeking Sedation

I'm so very confused. Everything has turned full circle. I forgave A. right before our roommate came home from Christmas holidays. I don't know if I really forgave him or I just don't want to be looked down on, or feel like a failure. I was laying in bed last night and all I could think about is that nothing has really changed. I feel different now. It's little things, like I don't tell him I love him all the time like I used too, and when he says it I sometimes feel uncomfortable about saying it. I still don't trust him at all, and it will be a long time until I can, if I ever can. I feel like I sold out. But like I told him, I'm just not good at being alone.
I have no friends here, not one. I have no one to talk to, not even a psychiatrist. I've been waiting so long. I've been through nothing but bouts of heavy drinking, drugs, intense arguments, self harm, suicidal thoughts, depression, anxiety and nothing helps. It's been a long time since my medications were adjusted so maybe that's something that will help. But in the meantime I just have to wait it out? I have such extreme anxiety sometimes I get physically sick and vomit and feel like I'm having a heart attack and can't breathe. I have to take so much Seroquel to calm me down that it knocks me out. I asked my G.P., Dr. D, to prescribe me some Ativan or something just for those instances of stress but he said he doesn't think I should be taking anymore medication orally until I see my psychiatrist, which I explained to him is forever and a days wait- and he didn't even give me alternate advise for the time being. It's not like I have a sinus cold or something, this is a serious matter and nobody will help me. He could've called and tried to get me in sooner. I think because I work with him at the hospital and he sees me there he thinks I must be fine if I am functioning and keeping a job. But my job is only casual, I don't work all that many hours and when I do I just suck it up and wear long sleeves to cover injuries and smile my shift away. I think he is a non-believer of the BPD thing. He probably thinks I am faking. Not even knowing I will be able to see the psychiatrist in a little over a month makes me feel better. I know I need to go sooner. Today is the walk in clinic at the mental health clinic. Again. I've been debating going for over a month, it's only on Thursdays so there's a limited window of time to decide. I usually don't go because I make excuses not to. For example, if I go today it's only meant to be a one time service and what if I need it more the next time. Or, If I go in and tell them everything I've been doing they will lock me up as an inpatient and I will lose my job. Or, I don't deserve to be helped, I should just put myself out of my misery so nobody has to deal with me anymore. Or, why bother.... they have my file, they know what my situation is and they have let me go for seven months unattended, they don't really care about helping me. So as you can see these thoughts have become very consuming and I don't want to ruin things before I even start. Another part of me thinks if they meet me now they wont want to deal with me anyway.
In some ways my blog has been really good but in some ways it's been bad. I feel like airing my grievances sometimes clears them up or gives them less importance in my mind, which is good. But at other times I feel totally rejected and abandoned because everyone else gets comments and has followers and I feel like I'm just not good enough at this. It's not even like I did this for attention, I just was really looking for someone to agree with me, tell me I'm not so crazy and they feel the same. I need someone to confide in and be friends with. I know I'm just new and it didn't happen overnight for anyone else. I guess I am a sucker for immediate gratification. I was thinking of changing the name of my blog and starting over but I'm not going to. That would just be so typical of me to quit something before I even start.