I think I’ve been putting off doing a new post because, first of all, I was getting ‘worse’ rather than better and, secondly, I wasn’t writing as much and there are far less journal entries. The ones that are available are kind of hard to read, at least for me. And I am now coming from a place of being completely healed from the attack. At the time, though, I was so engrossed in my therapy that writing about it was the last thing I was capable of doing. Of course, that was the very thing that would have been helpful, but as I’ve said many times already, my brain was not functioning properly. I was doing the best I could from where I was. So, several more entries…
1 February 2012
My neck pain is back with a vengeance. After I came out of shock, the pain seemed to lessen. At least I could move my head again. Now, though, it hurts as much as ever. And yesterday I got a horrible headache, which still hurts this morning. I thought it better not to go to the gym.
9 March 2012
I can feel myself slipping further and further over the edge. It’s a terrible feeling and I’m not sure I can stop it. I so want to isolate myself from EVERYONE, even, and especially, Bill. Tomorrow is one year from the day we first met; not the date, which is the 12th, but the actual day. We are going to Jimmy Buffett, which should make me happy. I am hopeful that this weekend will not be a repeat of last weekend when I just felt bla. I started taking 2 SAMe today because I still do not want to take a ‘real’ antidepressant. Perhaps the higher dose will help.
Mother told me yesterday as we were hanging up that she loves me. This seems to be what set me off this time. I just want to feel whole and loved and that I matter and the simple truth is I just don’t.
15 March 2012
Once again court has been continued. Cockroach’s bitch of an attorney still has not gotten his psyche evaluation done. I wasn’t holding my breath that we’d actually be going to court on the 27th but I was hopeful. Hopes dashed yet again.
20 March 2012
Kind of ironic — I feel better about what I went through in my past, the past I’ve been stuck in for the last couple of months in my therapy, and still, I’m not ‘me.’ I can’t seem to do what I’m supposed to do. I finally got my new computer (have been without for over 6 weeks) and I still haven’t cleared off my desk so that I can set it up. I feel stuck in some other pattern or something. I want to work and I don’t, can’t. I want to sew. I want to be working on my new website/project. I want to be working on my new yoga bags (and eventually, I’m sure, a yoga clothing line). I want, I want, I want, and what do I do? Nothing, nothing, nothing, and then some more nothing. I seem to have lost my drive and determination. I also ‘lost’ my stomach ache that I had for over a week. It was caused from my therapy and the events of my childhood that I was revisiting.
What I did today: yoga class, walked with Laura, went to Pacific Beach to get frozen yogurt, then to AmVets on the way home. Every day I wake up and think, “This’ll be the day,” that I’ll finally be back on track. So far, though, it hasn’t happened. Oh, and today should have been the readiness/fitness hearing for cockroach boy. Instead, Mary Loeb emailed me the new dates which are 24 May, fitness hearing and, assuming we move forward at that time, 31 May for the prelim. I made sure the new dates would be when Bill was not in Mexico.
21 March 2012
I had a very nice marriage proposal this morning on my second walk. It’s too bad I’m not into older men, and by older I mean 93 years old! Still it was nice.
I don’t understand why I can feel almost good one minute and the next feel all the despair I’ve been working so hard to get rid of. I suppose it’s the depression talking. I so want to be motivated and the best I can seem to do is get back in bed.
22 March 2012
I realize that what I am is not clinically depressed, but situationally depressed. Whatever you call it, it feels crappy.
As you can clearly see, I was more depressed than I realized and I was fighting to not go on an antidepressant. I took Wellbutrin back in the mid-90s and, though it did what it was supposed to do, it was a horrible experience and I was trying to not repeat it. At the time, too, although I was depressed and knew I was depressed, I didn’t think I was really depressed. Funny how the mind works. I should also mention that since I am taking these entries directly from my journal and it is my journal, I don’t have to explain things because I know what they mean or who I may be referring to. For the purpose of this website right now, my only intention is to get my story told. After that is finished, I will be filling in the blanks and there are a lot of those to be filled. If I filled them in as I went, this would take a few years to get through.
Another thing I realize that I never wrote about in my journal was back at the end of January or very beginning of February 2012 I decided to compete in a half-marathon. Because I was, at the time, still having so much trouble forcing myself to walk, I knew that I had to train for something so that I would have to get out there. I chose the Safari Park Half-Marathon because it benefited the tigers. The date of the race was 6 May 2012. So during all this not-being-able-to-do-much-of-anything-period, I was also meant to be training for a 13.1 mile race. It’s funny (to me) that I never wrote about it, but that’s just another example of how my brain wasn’t working normally.