kind of a rant (mentions meds)
It's so ridiculous that I'm relapsing after years of being moderately ok with depression. And it seems like it's manifesting in a completely different way this time around.
Mentioned this before, but I haven't been able to sleep or eat much in the past few days. I went to a doctor today for the sleeping thing, but I don't really like her. She gave me xanex (sp?) and I'm going to take half of it tonight if I can get my courage up. I have a phobia of taking pills. It's irrational, I know. Anyway, taking **** to help me sleep is just getting artificial rest. Sleep used to be a fun activity, something I almost looked forward to. Now I hate the night time.
I have no one to talk to, really. At night is when the depression peaks. It's kind of when I realize that I've been trying to distract myself from feeling depressed all day. And then I start getting anxious and all the nerves in my body activate and buzz throughout my bloodstream and make it impossible to sleep. I have to wait until all the adrenaline and anxiety and nervousness gets exhausted and then crash. I never remember sleep. I remember trying to sleep followed by waking up tired and wanting to sleep more, but not being able to. Not the actual falling into unconsciousness. I guess the bright side is I hardly dream nowadays.
Hate being alone. Hate having only myself as company. Because I ****ing hate myself. All my friends have found other, better friends and left me behind. My family has bigger things to worry about than me. I know I validate my life through other people. And I have no one right now. And it's the worst thing I can imagine.
I know this is really pathetic and stupid and far too rantlike, but I have no one to talk to right now and I need some sort of outlet. Something. I see my therapist here at home on Monday and I'm looking forward to talking to somebody who will actually listen to me.
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