you know, i hate not knowing who i will be in the morning. since I left the hospital three weeks ago I've had no consistency. i went into a short minor depressed episode. then i had some days of normalcy, but the side effects of the meds were too much for me. the pdoc backed them down and now i'm all over the map. depressed on monday, hypo yesterday and today, now feeling agitated and upset.
school is tough right now; my students are all acting crazy because of the nice weather. the teacher i hate who has been backstabbing and talking crap about me all year won employee of the month - i guess you have to be an evil b**** to be a good employee! I had my evaluation and i'm sure it was terrible. but who knows.
i just wish i could get consistency back....at least off meds i had clear episodes. now i just don't know what will happen in a day. i'm much better on meds than off, i know that. but i can see why people go off meds. i do miss hypomania and even mania. i miss getting stuff done and not being so tired. i miss walking normally instead of like a stiffened robot.
i miss the hospital. everything is so much simpler in there. but my husband told me that dcpp (social services) called when I was in and insinuated that another hospitalization would mean they would investigate whether i am a fit mother for my son or not. i don't know if that's true, but i can't take that chance.
what i really wish is that I coudl have gone out on disability and gone to the DBT partial hospital program for awhile. too bad we can't afford that. i hope my summer job will be less stressful for me and that in september things will have calmed down. hey, a girl can dream.
some days i just wish this crap had never started up again. i look at my son and think did i damn him to the same life? If i had admitted I was bipolar, would I have had him? my husband's father and sister are both bipolar. now it turns out i am too. what chance does my son have?
i wish i could get the help I really need. a PHP would be best. adulthood really sucks.
i have to say all this here because i can't get in to see my T until the 25th. i quit IOP so I have no one until then. thanks for listening as always.
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Of course it is happening inside your head. But why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
-Albus Dumbledore
That’s life. If nothing else, that is life. It’s real. Sometimes it
f—-ing hurts. But it’s sort of all we have.
-Garden State
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