The memory problems associated with ECT can be quite unnerving. I picked up my glass 4-cup measuring cup off the counter today and stared at it. I couldn’t remember where it went. No matter how long I looked or how hard I tried to remember it was gone, poof. I had to ask my son where it went. It seemed like such a stupid question- it’s my kitchen!
It’s so weird to be doing something normal and the memory to be gone. I wonder if it’ll come back, or if some of my memory will always be gone.
I have had 3 ECT treatments, I don’t really notice much of a difference yet. But I don’t think I’m expected to, I think I am supposed to have 9-12 treatments.
My brain doesn’t work as well as it did. But I think it’s supposed to get better. It’s taken me a while to write this because my train of thought doesn’t flow like it used to. But my brain seems to work just fine when I’m having anxiety. Of course <insert eye roll> I wish that the ECT would make the anxiety go away the way some of my memories have….
I guess that’s all I have to say…. I’m sure there was more I intended to tell you all, but it’s disappeared like my memories.
Honestly the title says it all. I feel really lonely since the kids of gone back to school even though hubby is home he really I don’t know he just putters away at little things that need to be done.
Since the kids of gone back to school I have no purpose no cause, for five years my career my everything was put in to educating them and suddenly I find I don’t know who I am without the labels that I had.
Today was Pollyannas last day, I decided to try out the therapist in the room next-door simply out of convenience and out of the fact that I wouldn’t have to step out of my comfort zone to search for one out of the facility. This was the first timeSince I can remember actually saying goodbye to somebody. I avoid it like the plague. When someone dies they just never existed or I just haven’t seen them for a while. But today I actually had to say goodbye and my heart is broken and I don’t even know why I didn’t like her that much I mean liked her well enough but I’m just not sure that we made any progress in in a year. I don’t like this closure thing and I’ve decided I don’t want to do it again. It sucks.
Today is November 7 usually by now has been a week of Christmas music blasting in my house 24/7. I just can’t get into the mood this year my mom says put it on and I’ll get in the mood but there’s something holding me back I’m not sure what it is maybe it’s that I don’t want to not feel in the mood and listen to it because it’ll ruin it I don’t know I don’t know much Of anything these days. I wish the ECT people had called me back maybe that would’ve helped. Tomorrow I go and see about my two sprained ankle‘s and too bad hips and I’m convinced that they’re going to think I’m a hypochondriac but I’m not and physically in pain but they’re probably just going to tell me there’s nothing they can do I’m so tired of hearing that from doctors. I’m so tired of a lot of things. Like I have this new anxiety symptoms he comes on when I’m really upset or nervous and just feels like I just licked a 9 V battery now don’t tell me you never did that As a kid but it’s very unnerving when you didn’t like the battery in your body does that.
In case you Hadn’t noticed I feel like life is sucking pretty bad and when I had my yearly review at my med doctor and psychologists office today angle assessment she asked me how the past year was and I said it sucked and I gave her all the reasons that it sucked and it reminded me of how much my life sucks right now.
I guess That’s all for today I don’t really have much more to contribut.
I have really been neglecting my blog lately. I just feel like I don’t have anything new to say. Life marches on, passes me by while I waste time at dr appointments, napping, or just letting the time pass.
I think I mentioned that PollyAnna is leaving. I need to find a new therapist – which is going to be hard for me, I don’t like change, I don’t like transitions and finding someone else to pour my heart out to, to get vulnerable with is going to be hard. Today I “interviewed” the one in the office next to PollyAnna, she seemed ok, but she is not a Christian. Now before you all jump down my throat the reason I asked her this is that I really think that in order to get better I have to draw closer to God, and I think I need a counselor who will ground his/her foundation on the THE foundation, THE cornerstone- Jesus. It was interesting because I told her that I prefer to be called by my nickname and not my given name. And at the end of our session PollyAnna said in all our sessions, never once did you ever tell me you prefer to be called by your nickname. I found it curious and interesting because I usually lead with that because I am not a huge fan of my “real” name.
I am working on the national novel writing month, and I met day 1 goal but I hate the story, and the writing so I am going to have to start over. Which intimidates me and makes me upset.
Also I realized something else about myself, I am a slave to routine, to my calendar and to what is planned. Yesterday I was supposed to get my hair cut but my stylist was out sick with walking pneumonia and I freaked out, I HAD to get my hair cut yesterday, it was on the schedule I had to do it. PollyAnna says that’s my OCD, whatever it is, I never realized how bad it was.
Yesterday Big One asked me if I was going to go along with my deal, I said what deal? He said that you can’t listen to Christmas music until November 1. I hadn’t even remembered that deal, and I had and still have no desire to listen to the music (heck I forgot about trick or treat till my kids reminded me. It makes me sad that I haven’t started my tradition. I am usually Christmas obsessed, but this depression has taken that from me too. It’s taking parts of my personality one little bit at a time.
Well have to get my monsters off to bed so I better go but I will write again soon.
I haven’t been around much lately, I have been going to more doctors than I care to admit. I think I mentioned I sprained my ankle last week falling off a step ladder, well this isn’t an isolated incident I have been having balance issues since my hip surgery. So now that my right ankle is sprained my left hip (surgical hip) is taking all the weight and it can’t handle it… it’s not strong enough. And to make matters worse they think my right hip has the same issue my left did, but we can’t do surgery until I “have a leg to stand on” basically. So they are referring me back to the doctor I first saw at their practice and he will manage me non surgically and then when things are straightened out we will reevaluate surgery on my right hip. Hello cortisone injections. What I really really want is some Percocet and sleep for a week.
I also saw the dr about the ECT. And I was all set to start Monday but I really felt like I didn’t have any support in this – friends telling me to pray it away, well-meaning people telling me it’s awfully invasive. So I met with Mary Poppins and I decided to up my current meds, cancel the ECT and go from there. After that I met with PollyAnna, which did I mention she’s leaving and now I am stuck finding a new therapist. Hello abandonment issues I haven’t seen you in a while I missed you. And I came to the conclusion while talking to her I want someone to tell me to do the ECT. And I felt like I needed support that I wasn’t getting. And I thought hubby was against it, when it turns out he’s only against maintenance ECT. So I called the place back and we will do itthe 2nd’ or 3rd week of November.
But now for the reason for this post. I have lost my critical thinking skills as well as my executive functioning skills. My sister pointed it out, and my hubby agrees. I am slowly losing all the things that make me ME. It’s like I am Michael J Fox on Back to the Future an I am beig erased from the picure….
And finally a changed diagnosis and a new one? I recently had a treatment plan and when I compared it to my last one Mary Poppins changed Major Depressive disorder recurrent episode moderate toMajor Depressive disorder recurrent episode severe. Awesome. Getting worse not better. She also put ruling out unspecified personality disorder. Awesome. That’s not something mananged with meds, that’s the fiber of your being – who you are. How do I deal with that. Im thinking I am dependent personality disorder though I do meet some of the criteria for Borderline. Either way I am sick to death of not getting better but getting worse and worse.
Next time maybe I will talk about how I feel about PollyAnna leaving and the search for a new therapist.
I went after myself with the safety pin again tonight, the one I cleverly keep hidden so no one will find it. But you know what I really wish, is that instead of my husband getting angry that I hurt myself again – maybe angry is not the right word frustrated I wish he would see each mark for what it is- a pain, a hurt, a word I say in anger, a punishment for things I do wrong. I wish he could look at them and see my pain – the pain I have no words for.
I want another coping mechanism but no one has helped with that so far- an elastic on the wrist is hardly scratches and cuts.
For those of you curious – my children NEVER see my cuts. I hide them well. And they won’t ever see them.
The words spell out “Just Like Him” meaning my dad. I feel like my kids feel they aren’t good enough for me that I somehow think that they should be better – smarter, better listeners, better behaved…. I don’t know it’s probably projection but it’s how I feel it’s a pain, it’s hurt, it’s a scar.
I guess it’s a good thing I see PollyAnna and Mary Poppins tomorrow- we have a lot to talk about.
Here I am sitting in the car my daughter soccer game/practice. I know that I should get a lawn chair out and go sit and watch her play but I want to just sit in the car maybe read, or listen to an audiobook or maybe even scratch. I’ve been feeling the urge all day, trying to decide if I want to or not. I think it’s crazy that I can control whether I do it or not It’s not an in voluntary thing I make the decision and I do it.
Who Would consciously decide to hurt themselves what kind of person what’s wrong with them in their head why does the pain matter it’s not like the pain you feel of the depression or the anxiety or the OCD with the PTSD or what other acronym you want to use it goes away… And then there is the fact that I don’t know if I’m sinning. That’s a lie, I know I’m sending I am defacing God’s temple because God said our bodies are a temple. But I don’t stop . The scrapes and scratches and scabs from the last time ate going away and I think that’s part of why I want to do it again because I need them there to remind me of the pain somehow I don’t I don’t even know.
I haven’t talk to my dad and days we didn’t leave things in a very good note I don’t know if I should call him or not I did hear through the grapevine that he still in the hospital and has not been released to the Long-term care facility, I don’t know if that’s his doing or if there is or if he’s too sick. I just don’t know if I should call him I get a pit in my stomach every time I think about calling him, but part of me thinks it’s the right thing to do. But he Always messes with my mental health, so the survival instinct in me doesn’t want me to call… Stay tuned for when I decide to do.
I’m happy news my blog now has 100 followers. 100 People read a blog that I wrote and decided to follow me. That makes me feel good.
I have almost 300 blogs I haven’t read, and I keep trying to catch up but I can’t even make a dent. So to all of the blogs I regularly follow, like and comment on that’s why I haven’t been around. I’ve barely been able to get out of my own way. Day to day life has been tough. So I made the decision. I’m going to delete all the blog emails and start fresh. I’ll try to read back when I can but seeing all those emails knowing I haven’t been there for all of you, hearing about your days, about your successes and victories kills me. It makes me sad and depressed.
I hope you all understand I care and love reading about you all. And please forgive me.