First time in a while I am extremely concerned about myself.
Not sure exactly what my diagnoses is. I have been diagnoses bi polar as well as possible borderline personality disorders and then I have a shrik who wants to contradict it. So I feel lost and so confused of what is really going on.
Doctors in my town are stupid. And that's being nice. Easier to push pills and then forget why u even gave them to the patient. I jist stopped going after the 5th time my doctor asked me why i was on the medication he was prescibing me. I went off them a year or so ago. Been so long I forgot. And now I contiplate going back on them but unsure if they really do help. But I'm back having melt downs at work. Completely and utterly depressed. To the point that doing anything other than working require to much of an effort. And going to work is and huge challenge. I love my job but right now staying in bed and not wanting to face the world just feels so much better at this point.
It's so frustrating. 4 months ago. I was happy. Motivated. Doing things. And now I feel like I'm back at square one.
It's difficult for me to accept either of those diagnoses, and bevause of that I try to prove them all wrong. I force myself every day to do the things that I can't stand to do. Because I'm so low mentally. I analyze the things going on to try and find a trigger for my downward spiral. And I fight the urges that come with all of it.
But I cracked at work today. I couldn't do what I always have been able to do, I feel failure and exhaustion. And my dreams concern me. Between dreaming of cocaine, the smell the taste and the lose of reality to the constant dreams of way to kill myself. When I dream of both I know things are horribly wrong. That I know is a huge sign of my mental health is comprimized. And I'm concerned.
And then I write these words and feel guilty. I've read some stories. How bad other people's bi polar can be and I don't feel that I'm that bad to have a story to tell.
So because of the person I am, how hard I am on myself. I shut myself off. Trying to distant myself because I'm to emotional, to up and down to really feel like I'm viewing everything with with a level head.
Feel my thoughts are all over the place. But figured writing might clear them.
I've thought about running away for a while. 6 days... mainly because I got that coming up and I'd never forgive myself for a deserting everyone even thought it's how I feel. Problem is.... one I don't want to tell anyone I'm leaving or where I'm going. It may hurt people but I don't really care about that for some reason. The decrease in my mental health combine with suicidal thought and cocaine is the problem. It's a concern. But I think the best for me is to walk away as well. I don't know.
I could wake up tomorrow and not this strongly about everything or I can wake up worse. The unknown is unsettling to me right now.
I'm tired of feeling this way. I get if people respond that the first thing would be go back to the doctor tell him how to feel and all that. This is small town and the doctors seriously don't care. Mental health services here are a joke and they like to talk. It's a small town and I deal with most of those people on a perfessional level. I perfer my personal life not be the topic of my other business associates. There is no such thing as confidential in this town.
I think i need to be clearly diagnose maybe then I can really know what's going on. Driving an hr and half is not always possible though.
Not sure exactly what my diagnoses is. I have been diagnoses bi polar as well as possible borderline personality disorders and then I have a shrik who wants to contradict it. So I feel lost and so confused of what is really going on.
Doctors in my town are stupid. And that's being nice. Easier to push pills and then forget why u even gave them to the patient. I jist stopped going after the 5th time my doctor asked me why i was on the medication he was prescibing me. I went off them a year or so ago. Been so long I forgot. And now I contiplate going back on them but unsure if they really do help. But I'm back having melt downs at work. Completely and utterly depressed. To the point that doing anything other than working require to much of an effort. And going to work is and huge challenge. I love my job but right now staying in bed and not wanting to face the world just feels so much better at this point.
It's so frustrating. 4 months ago. I was happy. Motivated. Doing things. And now I feel like I'm back at square one.
It's difficult for me to accept either of those diagnoses, and bevause of that I try to prove them all wrong. I force myself every day to do the things that I can't stand to do. Because I'm so low mentally. I analyze the things going on to try and find a trigger for my downward spiral. And I fight the urges that come with all of it.
But I cracked at work today. I couldn't do what I always have been able to do, I feel failure and exhaustion. And my dreams concern me. Between dreaming of cocaine, the smell the taste and the lose of reality to the constant dreams of way to kill myself. When I dream of both I know things are horribly wrong. That I know is a huge sign of my mental health is comprimized. And I'm concerned.
And then I write these words and feel guilty. I've read some stories. How bad other people's bi polar can be and I don't feel that I'm that bad to have a story to tell.
So because of the person I am, how hard I am on myself. I shut myself off. Trying to distant myself because I'm to emotional, to up and down to really feel like I'm viewing everything with with a level head.
Feel my thoughts are all over the place. But figured writing might clear them.
I've thought about running away for a while. 6 days... mainly because I got that coming up and I'd never forgive myself for a deserting everyone even thought it's how I feel. Problem is.... one I don't want to tell anyone I'm leaving or where I'm going. It may hurt people but I don't really care about that for some reason. The decrease in my mental health combine with suicidal thought and cocaine is the problem. It's a concern. But I think the best for me is to walk away as well. I don't know.
I could wake up tomorrow and not this strongly about everything or I can wake up worse. The unknown is unsettling to me right now.
I'm tired of feeling this way. I get if people respond that the first thing would be go back to the doctor tell him how to feel and all that. This is small town and the doctors seriously don't care. Mental health services here are a joke and they like to talk. It's a small town and I deal with most of those people on a perfessional level. I perfer my personal life not be the topic of my other business associates. There is no such thing as confidential in this town.
I think i need to be clearly diagnose maybe then I can really know what's going on. Driving an hr and half is not always possible though.
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