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Unable-ified

Today, I saw my psychiatrist for the first time in almost two months.  I admitted to him that I stopped taking Abilify and was very surprised that he was not upset.  I told him 11 days, though really it’s been on and off for weeks. It started as an accident, forgetting to take it on nights when I fell asleep very early, but changed to purposeful, not taking it on an evening where I had planned to have drinks.

I feel relieved to be off of it — more than seems appropriate.  No one believed me that it was making me anxious.  I don’t know if that really was a side effect of the pharmaceutical or if it was just my mind, but either way, I feel less anxious now.  I had an unshakeable fear that the anti-psychotic was just masking what is really here.  It made it almost impossible for me to check my own aura and chakras, not to mention having only the most blurry view of other ‘things’ around me.  I hope that stopping this medication makes things clearer… and that clearer is better. It’s possible it will all spin out of control again, but if it does, I know I can always go back on the medication.

More than anything, I think I’ll actually be able to get shit done again.  Even if that just means doing things I enjoy, instead of shutting down and doing nothing.  I’ve spent months frozen and need to be freed again.

 

Things I spend way too much time thinking about

I feel like I finally am starting to feel some closure about my last heartbreak.  I never understood why I felt the loss so deeply, when I never really “had” this person as mine to lose.  But I did — just not in this life.  And perhaps I did have him a little in this life.  I’d like to think that there was a time when he was as drawn to me as I was to him.  Just thinking about it makes me ache. I used to say this was heart ache, but really it is an emptiness.  He left a hole that I haven’t been able to fill.  Perhaps because I kept looking to fill it with someone else, perhaps because I didn’t look very hard to fill it at all.  But now I know that it doesn’t get filled with someone else.  That particular emptiness was for him, and now I must fill it myself.

What really helped was being hit with the realization that where he is headed is not where I want to be. We won’t end up in the same place. It makes me sad to realize, partially because I am still feeling his loss and partially because I think I will end up in a better space than he will. I don’t want him to be unhappy. But it seems like that is what he picked this time around.  I won’t tell myself it’ll work out next time, because I cannot keep holding space for him. I have to let go.

It sounds like my upstairs neighbors are having sex really loudly.  Either that or they are yelling while moving furniture.  It feels a little weird to be, essentially, listening in. Especially when *I* haven’t had sex in over a year. Over a year.  That’s kind of depressing and pathetic.  I haven’t had sex since the memories started coming back, and while I want to, I’m also the tiniest bit afraid I’ll react badly.  Or dissociate.  Or remember too much past garbage.  But, I want it more than I fear what will happen.

If only it were that simple. Everyone always says that for girls it’s easy, but I’ve never experienced that. I guess it would require putting myself out there at all.  Maybe that should be my goal — make everyone aware I’d have sex with them, lol.  (Not ‘everyone’ literally).

Sometimes I wonder how many of my friends would be willing to sleep with me.  That stupid ‘meme’ the other week pulled a couple out of the woodwork, but of course it’s only the unavailable ones who want to inform me they were interested. Past tense.  The single ones… not so much.  Does hinting not work because they’re not interested? Or because my efforts to flirt fall totally flat and are unnoticeable?  What’s the worst that could happen?  Make a friendship incredibly awkward?  Actually, I guess having really bad sex would be more awkward for a friendship than being told ‘no thanks’.

Go Away

Nightmares all night. Would like to stop dreaming that my father is alive, stalking me, and trying to kill me.

‘Mares

I would love to stop having dreams that entities are attacking me in my sleep, especially because it takes me forever to realize I’m still sleeping. Meanwhile the biting, choking, etc feels so real that I’m surprised to wake up without any marks.

Though, not as surprised as I am when I do.

 

Dungeons & Demons

My PTSD is giving me 100x worse PTSD

Hey friends, I am in a pretty dark place. In the last few months, some old demons resurfaced, and it seemed necessary, emotionally and psychologically, to deal with them. I’ve been trying to stay positive, but I feel like I’m losing ground every day. I would never hurt myself or anything that, but I’m reaching the point of… despair. That’s the best way I can explain it. If you believe in good vibes, prayers, “helpers”, and that sort of thing, all I can ask is that you send some my way.

What a difference a year makes

Geez what a difference a year of focusing on mental state helps. Last year, I bought the hidden vial crucifix like in Cruel Intentions, and now I’m oohing over malas.

 

I wish someone would have warned me

…that meditation can eventually lead to (temporarily, I assume) feeling like you will never sleep well or feel safe in your own body again.

Asking for a friend…

So when a mental health professional asks you if you ever see things that other people don’t, “I see dead people” is the wrong answer, right?

Ughhhhh

…When you are meditating and working on knots deep in your body and feel the eeriest feeling of something slithering away inside you. I’m going to tell myself that’s chi moving and not some kind of parasite.

Or at least a saging

Ugh I think the multiple steroids are making me hallucinate, or at least see the… things… I normally feel around my bedroom at night but don’t quite see. I want an exorcism.

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