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I woke up in a panic today knowing I could get a call back re: a job, and so could Stephanie in Glasgow. I hate waking up in a panic b/c it means I’m already starting my day with anxiety.

I’ve had anxiety issues ever since I was a kid. I never knew what it was until I was much older; I just assumed it had something to do with my stomach, since that was where it was focused for me, that and the uncontrollable shaking that I would experience. I’d wake my mum up in the middle of the night freaking out, and I had no idea what was happening to me {officially} until I got to college and took a psychology class. But by then I was able to control it when it happened {mostly at night}. I would lay on my back and breathe deeply. I would count back from 100 or imagine I was at the beach. By then I also knew when I could “expect” to have one, like during times of stress or moving away to college. Once I had that down I had a good period of time where it wasn’t bothering me. Unfortunately I was well on my way to being depressed.

I was depressed in my teens over being bullied in the 8th grade, but I got through it.

I was diagnosed as having major depressive disorder or recurrent depressive disorder in my late teens/early 20′s. I fell in love with someone. And then some things happened and it didn’t work out. My reaction to this was pretty bad. I was depressed, not taking care of myself and threatened to commit suicide. I went to the clinic at school, got counseling and medication; Prozac.

There is nothing wrong with needing medication to help you. None at all. Some medications work better than others. Prozac didn’t work for me in the fact that I became numb. I had no feelings whatsoever. Someone could have told me my entire family died in a fire and I would have just nodded back. I had no energy. I had no feelings at all. No joy or sadness. Luckily I was able to find better treatment options after college and had a couple of good therapists and found some medications that worked better than others.

Once the headaches started the medications I used for depression changed with the headache treatment as a lot of different kinds of anti depressants work as pain relievers. So I have gone through a lot of treatments and am now on a tricyclic that helps the headaches and the depression. I had gone off my meds when I got back here as I didn’t have insurance and the month supply had run out. It was a hard month and a half until I was able to be back where I actually feel the difference. I actually leave the house on an almost daily basis. I get up and get dressed and shower every day. Before it was a month + of me hardly moving, just reading or watching tv or staring into space. It’s really made a difference.

I know that there is still a stigma with depression and anxiety in the US and other parts of the world. It doesn’t have to be a life ender or have it make you stop living your life. You can get help. You can call your doctor to talk, for starters. You can call the Samaritans. You can call a friend.

How I ended up getting medication for the anxiety once it really came back and started affecting my life to the point I was having panic attacks just driving to work? So I talked to my neurologist and he was able to give me something that helped.

I may have to live like this for the rest of my life. I can do things to manage the stress and anxiety in my life. I can go for long walks or talk to a friend, or read a good book. I would like to go back to talk therapy, but at this stage I need to work on other areas of my life first {like getting a job} b/c I somehow managed to come back from Scotland without any long sleeved tops and it’s a bit chilly out now. {not sure how I managed that one}

I’m “ok” now for the most part, but there are days that are harder than others, just like with anything in life.

Thanks for reading.

Wow, I haven’t blogged in a while. I just haven’t had much to say that I haven’t blathered on about already. It’s unfortunate that nothing has changed. I feel like I can’t catch a break. I know I am not the only one out there, but my situation isn’t going to change without a change of luck.

Job search:
It’s not going well. Every day there are fewer and fewer jobs I am actually qualified to apply for. Retail jobs have been a bust. I had an interview at a large family clothing store with crap commercials {not to disclose names} and it was ridiculous. I got all dressed up to be interviewed in the front of the store. I apparently am not even qualified {or didn’t pass the background check} to work holiday retail. It was a real boost to my self esteem to say the least. I got another rejection email today; I’ve been applying for any and every teaching and assistant position in my area.

Depression/health/headaches/etc:
Well it goes without saying that I am miserable. I’m not sleeping well which doesn’t help. I’m out of medications so I’ve been without my anti-depressant for some time now {which was also helping with the pain}. I’ve also had nothing to help the headaches either. The pain level has been averaging about a 7 now most days- adding to the depression/lethargy/basic inability to do anything at all.

I feel very whiny and pathetic right now, which I know isn’t helpful or positive. But it is really hard to have a positive outlook when nothing at all is going right. I just feel out of sorts and being back here hasn’t exactly been what I had hoped or expected. I think I overestimated what would happen and how I would feel. I had hoped I could walk back into my old life and it would be all sunshine and roses. But the year away changed me, it changed what I want and expect out of life, and I want that back. I just wish it would happen.

Frustrated again

September 15th, 2011 | Posted by cindy in deep thoughts | depression | I don't want to go | life | money woes | UK - (1 Comments)

Despite yesterday’s progress, today I feel down and frustrated. It started with a small thing; Amazon needs to charge me [and then refund me] the shipping charges for the Kindle since it is a special custom order as I got it in the UK. I can’t pay for it without a credit/bank card or a gift card. So I need to find a way to get a gift card [a place I can get to] and I’d like to do this independently, but I can’t. I know it is seemingly so insignificant, but it just makes me feel ridiculously pathetic.

 

I’m almost 36 years old and I feel as helpless as I did at 15 when I wanted to go to the mall and couldn’t get a ride. I don’t like asking people for help, especially for trivial things, and especially right now when I feel like I am such a burden.

 

I’m almost 36 years old with problems I shouldn’t have; I should have been smarter and never let myself go down this road again with financial issues.

 

I’m almost 36 years old, alone and single, with no prospects on the horizon. I know that one is my fault. I have trouble socializing. I don’t know how to talk to people. I don’t want anyone seeing me when I look this way so it is so much easier to sit and home and hide from the world. I did that in Scotland too. I didn’t make one friend there. Isn’t that kind of sad and pathetic?

 

I’m almost 36 years old and I have no idea how to network to find a job. I haven’t always had the best success at jobs, I’ve always seemed to make stupid, immature mistakes [other than the last 2 really] but the first 2 teaching jobs seemed to set the scene, and I feel like I can’t get out of that loop, and feel so far displaced from when and where I started from. I know I made mistakes and could have done better [way better had I actually had a mentor and someone to lean on and get advice from].

 

I’m almost 36 years old and I have no idea how to get the life I want. I sound like a petulant child, I know. But I really have no idea where I am going to go from here. I know what I want- but getting it, I just do not know if it will be possible to achieve it.

 

I think a lot of it it has to do with the fact I read all of these amazing blogs with happy, upbeat, positive, strong women living their lives, working, writing, exploring, and doing amazing things, and I am just trapped here in this bubble and I feel like I can’t relate to their story and that they probably can’t relate to mine.

 

Some of it has to do with the fact that up until 3 weeks ago I was living an independent life. I may not have had a lot, but I had freedom, I could get places, and I had someone to talk to every day, someone who also understood. And I miss that. I miss my life and my freedom. I miss the UK. I’m just not readjusting well. It’s so hard. All these things I wanted to do there, that I never did b/c I took for granted I had 3 more years if not more. And I wish I had the chance to do it all over again.

Stressed out

September 8th, 2011 | Posted by cindy in anxiety | depression - (0 Comments)

I’m stressed out. It’s hard being back. It’s hard having no money even more than being back. It means I can’t do anything; I haven’t seen any of my friends since I got back, and that would make it a little better if I had/could be able to. I want to see people but I don’t want them to have to go out of their way to see me with the cost of gas now. That and I can’t do anything but sit and talk somewhere b/c I can’t pay my own way, and right now that really bothers me. I don’t want to be a burden.

I’ve applied for jobs. I’ve had no calls. I’ve applied for health benefits, unemployment, and free cell service and I am still waiting to hear on all of them. 3-5 weeks for unemployment, benefits will probably take as long, and I’m not sure about the phone. I’ve been off the US grid for a year so… I am not sure how long things like this will take, or if they will take at all.

The main issue is finding a job and being able to get to said job. I could definitely find a p/t job if I was in the city, but I can’t do that until I have a place to live, which means I need money, hence a vicious circle.

That’s pretty much it right now. I miss Scotland. I miss the life I was leading, even if I wasn’t doing much. It was my life and I was independent and could come and go as I please. I miss that feeling.

- . . .with everything.  Writing,  life, relationships, keeping the flat clean- just everything.

-It’s after 2pm and I still have yet to write one word on my dissertation today.

-I can’t remember the last time I worked out.

-Money issues have overtaken my worry over the dissertation- which is kind of sad really.

-The only time in days I have been relaxed was when we went to see Goblet of Fire last night.  It was 2 + hours where I didn’t have to think- and just waited for Barty Crouch Jr. to show some tongue action.  ;)

-Everything seems to set me off emotionally.

-I just want to know that everything is going to work out and I am not going to end up on the streets begging for money.  (Granted if I were an optimist, I would already feel that way, but with the money to run out by August 1, my dissertation due August 3, and no idea if I’ve gotten into the PhD program, all I can see is the reality of the situation, and it ain’t pretty.  I’d rather be sad and realistic about the next 2 months than optimistic- and then have it all come crashing down)

-Yes, I know that’s sad.

-I better get writing.  Too bad I can’ t use this word count toward my dissertation.

-Hopefully I will be back tomorrow with a much happier post.

 

I read a lot of blogs. Today’s post by Bitch Cakes, really hit home, like a lot of blog entries sometimes do not. She talked about encountering and facing her childhood bully.

Now like many people out there who were “different,” I was bullied, teased and made fun of. As a kid and teen, I was overweight, didn’t have the right clothes, didn’t know how to talk to others, and was pretty much a social recluse, to anyone other than my closest friends. I was an easy target, and I fell for it every time. I was miserable.

One day in 8th grade a group of girls who I considered friends left me a note at the lunch table we sat at telling me to go away, (in various languages) and said they had no more use for me. I was devastated. I fell into a deep depression. I didn’t want to go to school, and was all but truant. When I went to school, I hid in the bathroom at lunchtime b/c I was scared, lonely, and ashamed. I even tried to commit suicide I was so upset and alone.

In the end I was caught hiding in the bathroom, things changed, I made new friends, and I grew to care less about what people thought of me, or at least pretended to on the outside.

But Bitch Cake’s post made me think about my response to all of this and how I’ve plotted revenge over the years on the ringleader of the entire incident, of how I’ve wanted to even the score of those who hurt my feelings and made me a laughingstock later on in high school.

But now, a little part of me makes me wonder if that is worth it? I am sure I am have more education than all of them now (being on my second Masters and all and thinking of pursing my PhD.) While I may not have a husband and kids and a white picket fence, I do have something now, that they can’t take away. And that is something to think about.

and another 2lbs up.  :(  I have no idea what is wrong with me.  It makes me want to cry.

 

I’m afraid I’m going to become a hermit or a recluse or one of those people who can’t get out of their homes b/c they are too fat.

All I want to do is eat.  Food tastes good and it is easier than admitting I’m bored or tired or in pain or lonely or the fact I miss my mum or any number of things.

That going out now is so fucking exhausting and I don’t want to b/c I have to go up all those stairs when I get back and it is so painful and it hurts.  Everything hurts.  My shoulder, my head, my ankle.

The scale keeps going up and up and up and  it  makes me wonder why I bother and why I even exist.   Stephanie is going to leave me b/c I am so fat and she can’t even want to be with me.  I don’t even want to LOOK at myself anymore.  It’s why I don’t bother with makeup anymore.  I have to look at myself to put it on.  And I can’t be bothered to put on a mask.  I’m too down and low to even bother b/c I know it; how hideous I am and what a waste it was for that surgery.



I should be close my goal weight by now.  Not 30+ lbs heavier than a year ago.



Living sucks.  I don’t know how to do it anymore.  I don ‘t know how to cope.  I don’t know how to be happy.  I feel sick because of how I’ve ended up but I don’t have the energy to fix it.  Just walking to uni is exhausting.  Just getting up is exhausting.  Writing this paper that is due in a week is exhausting.



I am just so drained and emotional.  I know I must be grieving, but I don’t even know how to do that right.  I just miss my mum…..  no more phone calls or birthday cards.  No more Red Sox games.  I just want to hear her voice.  I just want that time back. I am so angry at myself.  And I had no closure and I am so so so angry. I just wish she could tell me it was going to be ok.  Just one more time.

Update

March 20th, 2011 | Posted by cindy in depression | exercise | food | Glasgow | health - (1 Comments)

I’ve been back in Glasgow a week, but I really haven’t had much to say.  I left last Saturday afternoon, and my mum passed away a few hours after.  :(  I haven’t really been in a “healthy” mindframe, nor have I been extremely off track.  I’ve been on several walks since I got back, but I haven’t made the best choices in snacks either.  I’ve just been too distracted mentally not to mention jet lagged earlier in the week.

I am hoping this week is better for working out and eating.  Of course I have some sort of cold thing that is making me run down as anything and I feel like crap, so the exercising might have to wait- again.  Unless I wake up tomorrow and feel 100% better of course.

I have yet to weigh myself this week b/c I totally forgot today, but I did weigh last week and was up 2 lbs but considering the lack of healthy food and no $ at home and travel and the stress, that wasn’t bad at all.

Starting weight: 15 stone 4

Last week: 15 stone 3

This week: 15 stone

Horray me! Even with all this stress and whatnot, and my eating not being perfect and having not made it to the gym (0r even out of bed one day) I did lose weight.  I know I didn’t eat all of my 49′ers this week but came close.  There were some things I had no idea now many points were in, and just made sure I mentally deducted like 15 points to give myself room, etc….

I also started several new meds and stopped some other ones for my headaches (now chronic migraines, or chronic daily headache with migranious tendencies).  No idea how these will affect weight loss as I only started them mid week.

That being said I am worried about being home and still being able to be on track with the crap that is always there.  Granted I am sure I will be stressed and when I get THAT stressed I feel to sick to eat.

I’m leaving Glasgow to head back to Boston tomorrow morning.  I am scared and stressed out of my mind.  I am not ready for this.  I am not ready to lose my mum.  :(

 

(So if there are no updates, that is why. )

Emotional

December 16th, 2010 | Posted by cindy in anxiety | depression | motivation | pain | tmi i know | update - (0 Comments)

(Again I ramble.  My apologies.  I’m writing from the heart here; all my logic has been lost on my 4000 word paper.)

I’m an emotional wreck today.  The painters are in (LMAO I love that euphemism) and that has a lot to do with it.  There is also this issue of a 4000 word paper due tomorrow that I feel is shite.

Alas, that is not the real reason I’m emotional.   At least not 100% of it.  I feel overwhelmed.  I feel confused.  I’m scared. I feel sad and lonely and I miss my family and my best friend and my other close friends.  And unfortunately my gf ends up bearing the brunt of my irrationality.  Which isn’t right or fair.  So I am trying to do all my sad song listening, Vale Decem sobbing, and more sobbing while she isn’t home.

Fear and shame have driven me inside myself since June of 2004 and I am not sure I can ever find the person I was 4 years before that- the person who I liked (and perhaps was liked in return) and was confident and happy (I thought, at least somewhat happy) and while I was still as emotional and needy and whiny and whatnot then, I was thin and I had a great life ahead of me.  So I thought.  I also wasn’t scared to go out in public, well in bigger public than the grocery store or be in a social situation. (Not that there have been many of them in the past few years- and every time there is one, there doesn’t seem to be enough Ativan to cope.)

I found out then, that for the few months I was “thin,” that it didn’t change my life.  I didn’t have a million dollars.  I didn’t have a boyfriend who looked like Tom Brady with the humanity(and voice) of David Tennant and the humour of Dustin Pedroia.  I had a nicer body that I worked hard for, but everything else stayed the same.  I still had to pay the bills and take out the trash.  I still made bad decisions.  Really, really horrible, bad decisions. (One that I can’t forgive myself for.) I still cried. I still was scared to be alone.

And here I am 10 years later. I may have achieved a lot (of weight gain once again) and I may have earned my M.Ed, but I still haven’t found my place.  Due to economics or me just being me, I haven’t had a job longer than 2 school years.  And now with cuts across the globe, I’m ever more worried about prospects after I finish my second Master’s degree and where I will end up.

Will 2011 be my year?  Will they find a reason and a fix for my headaches?  Will I be able to go out to a social event without feeling like everyone is looking at me and judging me and laughing at me? (and can I do it sans meds?) And will I have to do it alone?  I hope not.