Monthly Archives: August 2013
The last week has been more than trying. I am so pissed and tired and mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted!
I just don’t know how much more that I can take. I’m so close to the edge it isn’t funny. I’m hurt and I am pissed and there is nothing that I can do to make myself feel better. To say that I want to cut would be an understatement. I feel like it would be easier to do than to deal with all this shit.
I think that the one reason I haven’t is because I swore to myself that I was not going to allow this to kill me or land me in the hospital. I am stressed to the max!
My husband and I are separating. Which is one thing that is really bugging me. Not to mention that it’s killing me. Because I don’t know what happened to him being supportive. Then my car fucked up. Now I don’t have a place to live, or a car. And I’m stressing out about everything.
Bullies are everywhere today. Its killing kids and no one is making a valiant effort to step in.
There was a CSI episode that a pregnant teenager killed herself due to being bullied at school and online. Cyberbullies are real and they are dangerous.
I was taunted in younger grades. I developed early and was overweight and I was told about it everyday. It wears you out, tears you down, and it kills people. Don’t be silent. Don’t just stand by. This is real and we can do something about it.
What would it take for you to protect the ones you love? What would it take for you to protect a stranger? What would it take for you to save a life?
I’ll start with a quote from Elie Wiesel: “I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.”
Bullying is an epidemic, not just in America, but worldwide. I’ve heard some unsettling rumors alleging that it’s merely a pandemic. It makes me both sad and angry when people refuse to take this seriously. It’s the first week of school in our district and I’ve taken half the summer to write this. It can’t wait anymore. Please read this and talk to your kids, peers, teachers, coworkers, families, about bullying and how to stop it.
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There is a major problem with the word forever. For one thing, it’s forever! I mean, really that’s a long time. And I think that there is a problem with it.
People think that things will last forever. And that’s not true. The one thing that’s forever is that people are always changing, always growing, even those that are stuck in their ways.
My life, I thought at least one thing would last forever. And it’s broken, so soon. A lot sooner than I thought…And it’s killing me. The anxiety of the situation is something that I haven’t been exposed to in a long while. I can’t believe that this is over.
Forever is never forever. Even though you would think that people will be there forever, things happen.
I sound like such a downer, but really. Things don’t last forever. And if you think that they do, then that’s good for you. But you have to work for forever, and I’m tired of working on something that’s not getting any better, and it’s not going to be forever.
The thing about changes… Very few people like them. Add in a mental illness, it makes it that much harder.
I have anxiety, there’s no secret there. So, with my anxiety, changes in my life are hard to deal with. Some are exciting, and I want them to happen. But more times than not, even when I’m excited about the change, it’s harder to deal with than it should be.
When I have to change jobs, it’s hard. Why? Because, while I want the change, my anxiety kicks in. It says things like “what if I made people mad?” “What if no one likes me?” “What if this is a huge mistake?” “I can’t do this.” It’s hard.
With my anxiety and my personality type, I want to please people. I don’t want to be the cause of those ripples. I don’t want to disappoint people, but especially myself. I think that, in all reality, I place myself last. Point and case, when I left my last job. It was the job that placed me in the hospital, yet I still went back. Why? Because I didn’t want people mad at me. My husband, my mom, the people I work with, they all factor in, even if their opinions aren’t relevant. Like, the people I worked with, while I like them and cherish our friendship, it’s not my problem if they get mad at me, just like when they call in, it’s not my place. But I cared about them enough to try to stick it out, while others might disagree. I did try. I can’t do a job that puts my health in danger and obviously it did.
Now, I’m at a point in my life that I really have to make a decision. And that makes me very upset. I have to choose to move on, or wait. And I don’t know how much more waiting I can do. So I’ve decided to make small steps. The first would be to find a job. I have to find a job and make money so that I can support myself and pay my bills. Yesterday, I had two panic attacks because of this change. I’m already feeling anxious about it just writing this post.
I have a lot going on, not that this is a new fact. While things stay the same, I’m forced to make some changes. And I’m very anxious about them.
I think that people with mental illnesses like depression and anxiety, PTSD or Bipolar, I think that it’s hard for us to make these changes. Even though they could save our life, it’s hard to make the changes necessary. I, personally, like my life to be in some kind of order. And right now, it’s not in any kind of order. I can’t help that. So, I have to fight my anxiety to make my first move toward a long term goal, which is to be happy and secure. Right now, I am anything but secure and that terrifies me. But I think that I will make it through this.
I’ve talked about the anxiety portion, now what about depression? Fighting depression on a daily basis is hard. Add in a major life change, and I think that it just gets that much harder. There are so many things going on during a change that your mind can’t focus on everything. And, I think that changing with depression is just that much harder due to the fact that there is so much anxiety about everything. It’s depressing because you could be losing your security, having to find a new thing that makes you comfortable, and it’s a hard process. There are times that you’re going to want to give up because the change is just too hard to handle right now.
I’m dealing with a lot of change, and with the anxiety it’s hard. But my depression keeps throwing in thoughts that I don’t like. For example, it would be easier to die and give up than it is to move on. But I don’t want to give into those thoughts. Last night, I felt so broken, I just wanted to lie down and never get back up. But I didn’t. I cried a lot. Then, I got up. I didn’t let my brokenness keep me down long enough to give up. I’m fighting. I am going to keep fighting. And you should too.