I really don't know how or where to begin. I don't even know what groups to join, as I wonder if age is relevant. So for whatever it is worth, I will start....
I am a married person who is lonely, depressed and anxious on most days. I have panic attacks inside & out of my home. They are so bad that I feel lost & confused.
I have spinal problems and on a 1 yr. waiting list for pain management.
I recently saw my GP doctor and was given Celexa (started with 10mg and now 20mg). My mind is whirling and I feel I will explode. Have previously tried other meds prior, but didn't agree with me. I am on a 1 year waiting list to talk to a psychologist or councillor. At this time in my life, I feel useless.
I have lost many dear friends through death or change of life's interests. Since 2014, three of my beloved family pets have died. I am now questioning if there is any afterlife. If not, why am I here on earth to suffer?
{Reminiscing and missing the old day right now, missing all my old friends and the times we spent together!}
I am a married person who is lonely, depressed and anxious on most days. I have panic attacks inside & out of my home. They are so bad that I feel lost & confused.
I have spinal problems and on a 1 yr. waiting list for pain management.
I recently saw my GP doctor and was given Celexa (started with 10mg and now 20mg). My mind is whirling and I feel I will explode. Have previously tried other meds prior, but didn't agree with me. I am on a 1 year waiting list to talk to a psychologist or councillor. At this time in my life, I feel useless.
I have lost many dear friends through death or change of life's interests. Since 2014, three of my beloved family pets have died. I am now questioning if there is any afterlife. If not, why am I here on earth to suffer?
{Reminiscing and missing the old day right now, missing all my old friends and the times we spent together!}
I was brought up to the 2nd floor to my room #6. The admins questioned me and with my reluctance, settled me in and left. There was no phone, no TV and no A/C. (Someone eventually loaned me a TV) Some other residents peeped into my room and spoke in extremely low voices that couldn’t be heard. Some didn't speak at all. Well, I soon found out where I was! The government sent me to a place where the people were sadly stricken with dementia and/or Alzheimer’s. I had to spend 8 weeks at that place with no interaction other than with a couple of staff who didn't speak English. 98% of the time, I had to eat in my room, as I couldn't fit into their dining room with a wheel chair. When I a little more able to hobble on one foot to the elevator down to the dining room, I did my best to socialize. That didn't go over too well, as all these poor people did on a daily basis, was eat, sit around the TV in and sleep. I had no visitors, except my faithful hubby. Others gave me all different excuses - can't go to that kind of a place or thought you weren't up to it and so on. I was only allowed one weekly shower with assistance! I felt so darn humiliated. Every morning, against doctor & staff's orders, I hobbled to the bathroom to get washed in the sink. I had to get up at 5am to beat the bathroom traffic. During the first few days I was there, I started to hemorrhage and was rushed to another hospital in an ambulance. I stayed there for around 5 days & underwent tests. I was told it was imperative that I have a procedure called a polypectomy and had it done in January 2016. To our shock they found & removed 8 polyps, one of which had started to be cancerous. The surgeon told me not to worry "I was lucky, he got it in time". OK, I will try not to worry, but have to go back to have more removed. Will they find something else? I'm expecting a call in the next week. Never in my life, have I been paranoid about health issues. So, this is one of my reasons I feel I am suffering from PTSD. As I mentioned in my initial post, I am on the waiting list to speak to a so-called councillor. But, I may not need to go there after finding this amazing place, where I can vent.
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