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Yesterday and some weeks before I was concerned about all the drugs I have to take to keep me well and all the long term side effects. Today I don't give a damn I just wish that whatever it is that plans on terminating my existence happen sooner rather than later! Fed up! Had enough!
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I'm sorry you feel that way! (((((mack2)))))
I too contemplate the long and short term of my medications, but don't give up! Someone could be working on a treatment regiment right now with a better long term outlook. You never know.
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Bipolar 2 (in remission), anorexia (in remission), and trichotillomania, also have conversion disorder that seems to be rearing its ugly head again. 100mg Lamictal |
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I have a lot of days where I just wish that something would come around and take me out too. (Un)fortunately nothing ever does and eventually it goes away. I tend to just hole myself up and do something relaxing (reading usually!) and wait it out. If there's nothing I can do to make things better for myself, then I will bloody well wait it out because I am just THAT stubborn.
Stubborness=99% winning record! Illness=99% losing streak! I win! |
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Thanks for that. It's been 10 years of trial and error with meds, I like many trigger at life changing situations. I could go on an tell my story but really it would go on forever so I won't bore you. I have come to the end of an extremely traumatic end of my marriage where my ex mentally abused me for the last year. That's all ended, he moved out last week, but now I have to find my new routine ( routine extremely important) and just find myself again, I just don't know where to begin. I'm drowning and I have an 8 year old daughter to take care of. I want to give up but can't. And the fact I can't just give up I don't like. I'm no longer in control and my life is very controlled by me.
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Invictus
Invictus By William Ernest Henley 1849–1903 William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. |
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