Before I get to my journal entries, I wanted to tell you that I have been pushing the envelope of darkness, so to speak. I am still (mostly) afraid of the dark, and going out into it to walk, unless I am walking with someone, is not possible. Or is it? Lately, as it gets lighter earlier, I have been going out before it is actually light. Okay, only by a couple of minutes and only because I know the sun is coming up and it will only get lighter and lighter. And when I walked at 4:30a the other day with my friend Mike, I was able to meet him part way down my block. Of course, I watch out the window and can see him turn up my street. Still, it feels like progress. I also remind myself of my friend Erin, who was raped 30 years ago in an attack that was similar to mine, in that she passed him, spoke to him and then he grabbed her from behind, and she walks in the dark, sometimes alone, almost every day. And then there are the odds. I mean, really, what are the odds of it happening again? As they say, lightening doesn’t (usually) strike twice in the same place. I am still very cautious, though. I expect that at some point I may be able to walk in the dark again. But maybe not. And maybe I’ll just continue to push it a little more each day, but never too much.
Back to the past and my journal entries:
Wednesday, 18 April 2012
Feeling rather crappy today and I’m not sure why. There is no rhyme or reason to the ups and downs of my emotions. I walked 6 miles and still feel bad. I feel okay as I am actually walking and then when I stop, all the crap comes back full-force. I just want the pain and awful feelings to stop. Why are they being so difficult to release?
10:25a Had my shower and cried the entire time. I can’t believe how bad I am feeling. I’m back in bed, hoping I can sleep and wake up feeling better. The thoughts that keep running through my mind are disturbing, to say the least. It’s like I am in a battle with a part of myself that is determined to make me give into it. I feel like I cannot not tell anyone this, even Susie, but Monday when I was coming home from therapy, feeling really, really, really low, as I was coming across the bridge, I actually considered stopping, hell, I almost stopped and, well, at the very least would have caused the bridge to be shutdown. As it turned out, Mike was 2 cars behind me, which I didn’t know until he came up right behind me at the light at Orange. As far as I can remember, I’ve never come so close to doing something that I don’t think I really want to do. I continue to fight that annoying part of me that just wants to leave, to check out. I am trying so very hard not to give in.
11:20a And now I just feel like I’ve been beat. The feeling of complete hopelessness goes away to be replaced by a feeling of overwhelming exhaustion. All I can do is sleep.
Monday, 23 April 2012
“8:15a It’s another marine-layery day. How delightful. Oh ,that’s right, not so much. Like I need depressing weather when I am already in a depressed state of mind.
And the big question is – Am I being completely honest with Susie about how I am really feeling? Not all of the time, but more than I think I should be.” [ Note- I’m not sure what I was thinking when I wrote this. And I wrote this prior to seeing Susie on this day. At this point I had not told her what happened on the bridge. I had not told anyone, including Bill. And as a matter of fact, I did not tell him until some weeks later. I was always afraid that if I was completely honest with Susie, she would have me committed to a mental hospital. I did not write that afternoon when I got home from therapy.]
Tuesday, 24 April 2012
“5:30a Had another very fast walk with Mike. 13 1/2 minute miles, which is pretty dang quick. I’m planning on the 7:30a yoga class, so I am resting until it’s time to leave.
I am very hopeful that, once all of the stuff (SAMe, St. John’s Wort, and whatever that other pill I’ve been taking) is out of my system, Wellbutrin won’t be necessary. I guess it’s a good thing that I told Susie what’s really going on with me since, it appears, the pills I was taking, at least the St. John’s Wort, was making me worse instead of better. I just want to not feel like I do”.
So, the St. John’s Wort was making me suicidal. I should clarify that. It was making me even more suicidal. Although I am not bipolar as my brother and my uncle are, it turns out I am in the bipolar spectrum and what that means is, just as there are certain drugs and/or supplements a person with bipolar disorder should never be given, someone who is in the bipolar spectrum has to be treated in the same way. Had I not told my therapist what happened, there is no telling what I might have done. As I said, I do not remember ever coming so close to doing something about my desire to leave this world. It’s not like I ever had a plan or have ever thought much past the idea of not being here anymore. This incident really scared me, and even though I did not tell Susie right away, I did tell her the next week. She immediately knew it was what I was taking; something that was supposed to make me feel better, was making me so much worse. I couldn’t just stop taking it, either. I had to taper off of it. Eventually, all of what I was taking got out of my system. At that point, I was afraid to take anything. My body has such weird reactions to medications and after this horrible episode, I didn’t trust anything. In the end, I decided to go without any kind of medication. Should I have tried a ‘real’ antidepressant? Maybe, but I chose not to. As I said in an earlier post, I thought that I was not clinically depressed, but situationally depressed. It was what I was going through and I felt like once I got through the therapy, I would be okay. I was, however, open to it if Susie really thought I needed it. I was lucky that I was being monitored and that I was finally honest with Susie.