So over the summer, I posted about how I was going off my medication (Effexor, an antidepressant). I was doing pretty well, I thought, but lately I’m not, so much. Not so bad that I’m thinking of going back on it (not at this point) but I have an appointment with the doctor on Wednesday. Maybe part of it is the weather, waking up when it’s still dark, and now with the clocks changed back, it’s light when I get up but dark when I get out of work.
There are other things going on…
I’m hating my job but I can’t exactly quit right now; I wouldn’t quit without something else lined up, and I don’t know what the hell it is that I want to do or look for. I have some ideas, sort of, but I guess I just don’t know where to even start. But I make a decent enough salary, so I can support myself, at least. As long as they don’t figure out that I don’t know what the hell I’m doing half the time….
I have crap with my Ex (he owes me money, he’s been blowing it off for years, and I finally filed against him in court when I found out he was moving out of state – a month after he had told me something completely different about his plans; his answer to the court was late, so I don’t know if they’ll even consider it, and it also contains at least one demonstrable falsehood…which is in my favor if we end up in front of a judge, but it just makes me so angry). And I feel so stupid for having loaned him the money in the first place, and for having let his bullshit go on for so long.
I don’t have much of a social life…part of it is that people haven’t been around…my college friends are scattered all over (the closest is a two-hour drive), and they all have families and jobs and stuff going on. My local friends (what there are of them) are all busy…weddings, babies, etc. Things I don’t see happening for me any time soon. If ever. Part of it is my own fault, because I’m the sort of person who kind of waits for other people to make plans. I’m shy…I’m never quite convinced that people really even care…and getting out and meeting new people is …terrifying…. I know that I need to do something, because I’m lonely and I don’t want to be lonely forever.
My parents have noticed and are worried about me; my mom kind of made me make the doctor appointment. But she’s kinda driving me crazy. She expects to go with me…into the exam room, to “make sure you ask the right questions.” I’m 34 years old. I already feel bad enough about myself lately without having my mother treat me like I’m 6. Today she sent me an email asking what questions I have written down for the doctor, which pissed me off (…I though she was the one with all the right questions..!). Part of me doesn’t know what to ask…I have a few things that I do want to ask about but I do not want to discuss them with my mother. So I don’t know what to tell her. It also doesn’t really help to have her asking me every day how my day was, am I feeling any better today…because when the answer is no the last thing I want to do is be reminded of it every damn day. When I do have a slightly better day, I don't like to show it around my mom because she always has to comment on how I seem to be feeling better...which just reminds me that most of the time I feel like crap.
I try to get to the gym…eat better…I make all sorts of plans but they never last long…. I can’t concentrate…I can barely read a magazine article, let alone sit down with a book. Sometimes I can’t even get through a post on CS without my mind wandering away. I feel so scattered…and stupid. I can't think. I have no patience. Every stupid little thing makes me angry. I can’t fall asleep at night. Then I can’t get up in the morning. These things are not new, however. I felt like this before I went off the meds; some of it (like the difficulty concentrating) seems to have gotten worse the longer I was on them. I worry sometimes that the meds have screwed up my brain.
There are other things going on…
I’m hating my job but I can’t exactly quit right now; I wouldn’t quit without something else lined up, and I don’t know what the hell it is that I want to do or look for. I have some ideas, sort of, but I guess I just don’t know where to even start. But I make a decent enough salary, so I can support myself, at least. As long as they don’t figure out that I don’t know what the hell I’m doing half the time….
I have crap with my Ex (he owes me money, he’s been blowing it off for years, and I finally filed against him in court when I found out he was moving out of state – a month after he had told me something completely different about his plans; his answer to the court was late, so I don’t know if they’ll even consider it, and it also contains at least one demonstrable falsehood…which is in my favor if we end up in front of a judge, but it just makes me so angry). And I feel so stupid for having loaned him the money in the first place, and for having let his bullshit go on for so long.
I don’t have much of a social life…part of it is that people haven’t been around…my college friends are scattered all over (the closest is a two-hour drive), and they all have families and jobs and stuff going on. My local friends (what there are of them) are all busy…weddings, babies, etc. Things I don’t see happening for me any time soon. If ever. Part of it is my own fault, because I’m the sort of person who kind of waits for other people to make plans. I’m shy…I’m never quite convinced that people really even care…and getting out and meeting new people is …terrifying…. I know that I need to do something, because I’m lonely and I don’t want to be lonely forever.
My parents have noticed and are worried about me; my mom kind of made me make the doctor appointment. But she’s kinda driving me crazy. She expects to go with me…into the exam room, to “make sure you ask the right questions.” I’m 34 years old. I already feel bad enough about myself lately without having my mother treat me like I’m 6. Today she sent me an email asking what questions I have written down for the doctor, which pissed me off (…I though she was the one with all the right questions..!). Part of me doesn’t know what to ask…I have a few things that I do want to ask about but I do not want to discuss them with my mother. So I don’t know what to tell her. It also doesn’t really help to have her asking me every day how my day was, am I feeling any better today…because when the answer is no the last thing I want to do is be reminded of it every damn day. When I do have a slightly better day, I don't like to show it around my mom because she always has to comment on how I seem to be feeling better...which just reminds me that most of the time I feel like crap.
I try to get to the gym…eat better…I make all sorts of plans but they never last long…. I can’t concentrate…I can barely read a magazine article, let alone sit down with a book. Sometimes I can’t even get through a post on CS without my mind wandering away. I feel so scattered…and stupid. I can't think. I have no patience. Every stupid little thing makes me angry. I can’t fall asleep at night. Then I can’t get up in the morning. These things are not new, however. I felt like this before I went off the meds; some of it (like the difficulty concentrating) seems to have gotten worse the longer I was on them. I worry sometimes that the meds have screwed up my brain.


PM me. Been through the rough times myself (and still got a lot going on) so I'm always happy to lend and ear
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