Like Falling Leaves and Spring Green…

A lot has happened in the past few months.

I’m getting more accustomed to my job and I’m starting to enjoy it.  That being said, the people who I work with aren’t so great.  They all seem to be out to get one another and look for others to make mistakes.  Once someone makes a mistake the managers will get a screen shot or email of the mistake.

I dunno…maybe I’m a little sensitive.  But, I feel that people are always going to make mistakes and that, instead of pointing out everyone else’s imperfections, one should take it up privately with the other person and help to correct the mistake.  However, it seems to be a never-ending cycle in my workplace.  One person rats out another and that other person becomes vindictive and does the same to another person.  I refuse to take part in that kind of behavior.

*SIGH*…Anyway, I have been doing a lot better.  At least, I feel like I’m doing a lot better.  I have never gotten back on my medications or gone back to see my therapist.  I’m great at my job and I even have another–more promising–job offer with a very well known company.  I hope that I will stay ok…  However, part of me feels like I must be in a hypomanic state and that I will probably end up crashing in a few months.  We’ll see…  I can never seem to commit to getting help for my depression.

Moving on…someone asked me what it was like in the psych hospital.  hmm…  I can only answer from my own experience.  But, I will get back to you on that…  It feels like a distant memory or a dream.  Yet, it was only six months ago.  It still feels somewhat surreal and I feel like a new person.  I feel like a part of me died off–kind of like the leaves on a tree.  I feel new and fresh now.  I’m different and I’m happy…

I think I can’t…

I’m feeling slightly better today.  I say “slightly” because I keep having these terrible mood swings.  They seem to be more frequent at night when I have a quiet moment to myself.  It’s frustrating and I’m thinking of taking one of my Ambien tonight to help me get to sleep…

Moving on…I’m considering turning in an official resignation letter tomorrow.  I mean, let’s face it, I’ve been miserable with this new job since day one.  I hate to keep bouncing from job to job, but I need to take care of myself.

Did I mention that I expressed to my boss that I was thinking of resigning?  Yes, I told her a couple of weeks ago and I got a raise.  Nonetheless, I’m still thinking of leaving.  It’s nice to have extra cash.  However, I wonder if this is the time when I should take a stand and leave a situation that is making me unhappy.  Maybe it’s a test??? I don’t know what to do and my husband tells me that I should leave if it’s making me so miserable.  *sigh*…  Maybe it’s me.   Maybe I’m the problem–not the job.

Obviously, I am part the problem.  I can’t begin to explain how frustrating it is to feel like this.  People don’t understand that I can’t just stop the mood swings and be happy.  I look back a few months, when I first got out of the hospital, and I was so happy.  It was the most wonderful feeling and I would love to be back in that place.  Hmm…maybe being off of my medication and not going to therapy has caused me to drift back to where I am now?  I know it’s part of the reason, but I’m still in denial.

This is what depression does…  Once it takes hold, it doesn’t let go easily.

ugh…

I still haven’t seen my therapist and I’m off of my medication.

I feel so crappy.  I can’t stand my job and I feel like I’m running in place.  It’s all my fault.  However, somehow I can’t seem to care enough to fix it…

Square 1…or whatever it is.

I feel like a zombie.

I thought I was getting better; but, all of my emotions feel so fake.  I’m pulling away from every one.  Yet, I act like everything is okay.  I still talk to my friends, go out, and do all of the things a normal person should be doing.  Inside, I feel empty.  I’ve become a robot and I don’t know what to do.  I just want to cry.  But, the tears won’t come.  I don’t know what’s wrong or why I’m feeling this way.  I’m so tired of this.

I’m tired of it all… It all hurts.  It hurts so much.

I’m learning!

I’m beginning to grow into my new life.

I won’t lie…  Adjusting to my new routine has been difficult.  Some days I wake up not wanting to go into work.  Then I go and I find that the time is passing by quickly and that I’m actually enjoying it.  So yeah…I’m adjusting.

In other news, I’ve started taking my medicine regularly again.  It took an almost mini-meltdown at work to whip me back into shape.   That being said, I haven’t made appointments to see my therapist or psychologist yet.  I know that I keep saying that I plan on it.  But, I really mean it this time.

Having this new job has helped me to realize that people like me.  (I sound like Jack Handy from SNL…”I’m good enough, I’m smart enough, and gosh darnit, people like me!).

Up until now, I thought that I had lost my spark–my pizazz.  These past 4 or 5 years, I have been somewhat of a hermit.  I felt very…unlikeable.  Now, I realize that I never really gave anyone a chance to get to know me or even approach me.  It surprises me that so many people laugh at my dumb jokes and want to hang out with me outside of work.   I’m taking my defenses down and letting people in.

It’s a wonderful thing.

I’ve learned so much and that is why I need to get back into therapy.  I don’t think I would have gotten to this point so quickly or even at all without having help.

I’m dealing and that’s all that matters for now.

Bravo for me!

It’s Everywhere

I feel like fear is waiting for me around every corner.

I started taking my medications again. They haven’t started working there way all through my system yet. I am still having the worst mood swings and the stress from working is just adding to all of that. I know that this is life. But, I worry that I can’t handle the simple things that other people can. I feel so helpless and I feel like I can’t do anything. My mind is like jello and everything seems so difficult. I’m not cut out for all of this. Life is too complicated and I don’t understand anything. I don’t understand the meaning of all of this.

That being said, I am worlds away from where I was a few months ago. It’s just that reality has set in. I am going to be bound to a routine and will have more responsibilities. It’s so hard to accept it. Part of me is finding it difficult to grow up and take on more responsibilities. But,I have always done what has needed to be done. I am just overwhelmed. I thought I was ready to move on to a new job. But, I am scared now. I think that I may have taken it on too quickly. I don’t know if I’m ready and it scares me. These changes are scaring me. I get so much anxiety thinking about it. But, I won’t give up. I will give it some time. They say it takes 3 weeks to get into a new routine, so I will keep pushing on for another month at least, before I make any rash decisions.

So, to recap… I’m taking my medication again, I’m gonna stick with my job a little while longer and I still haven’t seen my therapist in weeks. I will make an appointment tomorrow. That’s a promise.

Moving on…

I need to break my cigarette addiction. I started smoking a lot when I was in the hospital and later after I got out. I had the worst anxiety attacks and I would smoke a pack a day–sometimes more. Well, I am addicted to smoking now. There, I said it. I know I shouldn’t smoke. They have a free workshop on the base for people who want to quit smoking. But, I haven’t signed up. Part of me doesn’t want to get rid of the addiction, because it’s like a security blanket.

I have a problem with addiction. One summer, I learned everything I could about web design and I used to design web pages for people. Now, I have no interest in opening up my notepad, my photoshop, or doing any of that stuff. Another time, I became addicted to Texas hold-em. I learned everything I could about the game for a month and practiced online. Then, I entered a tournament with about 230~ people, got to the final table, and placed 6th. Suddenly, I wasn’t interested in Poker anymore. I get addicted to little things, big things, and then abandon them. I am constantly looking for challenges, but the second I become good at it and can’t be #1…I quit. With smoking, it’s not so easy. I really don’t know what to do about it. I like this addiction. It gives me something to do with my hands and it relaxes me. I guess I’ll get over it once I stop making excuses. We’ll see what happens…I have to truly want the change to make the change.

I have a lot more to update about my weekend. But, I’ll probably save that for tomorrow. I have had a really busy past couple of weeks and I need a smoke break. Take Care…

-U.M-

I feel cheated…

I’ve been very busy this week. It’s been sort of a tough transition for me to go from not working for a full three months to getting up early every morning and having a full day of work. I like my new job; however, I’m hating the reality of it. I’m not sure if that makes any sense. Anyway, I feel like I was sort of cheated and roped into accepting this position. I work a full eight hours and we don’t really have time for breaks.  I only get about 10-15 minutes to sit down and quickly eat my lunch. In between that eating, if the phone rings, or someone asks me to do something, I have to do it. I really feel like this is something they should have made more clear to me. It upsets me and I don’t know if I just need to stop complaining and accept it.  I feel like I don’t have an understanding of “the real world”…  I should get over it and stop complaining…

In other news, I have been so emotional lately. I still haven’t gotten around to taking my medicine or even calling in my prescriptions. So, as I sit and type this, I will call in every single one of my prescriptions. I will have my husband pick them up and then I will force myself to take them. Well, just my luck… The line is busy.

Back to me being emotional… My emotions have been all over the place. At times, suicidal thoughts pop into my head. At other times, like when I’m at work, I am bubbly and I don’t feel like I’m faking it.

I haven’t seen my therapist, psychiatrist, or gotten my thyroid checked out like I’m supposed to. I keep making excuses for myself and I don’t know why. I feel so tired… I’m avoiding phone calls, people, everything… I don’t know what has me so afraid.