Depression is horrible, its a lack of all positive emotion, a lack of a positive outlook a lack of anything positive in your life, an overwhelming hopelessness, a darkness that seems never ending. Thats how I feel at the moment. My life is bleak. Im on as much pain medication as I can stand and yet still in pain, I cant live anything resembing a normal life. Just driving to an appointment takes it out of me for the day, let alone helping around the house, feeding the dogs etc. I feel like I have to budget how much pain I am in for what I need to do. I need a hair cut, and that is a half day to full day event, depending on how long the wait is. All up its probably an hour or so but the toll it takes means I cant do anything more for the day. Event writing on the forum has a toll, its mentally straining and I have very regular breaks where I shut my eyes for a few minutes because im tired.
Im constantly tired, even more so now that I cant use my CPAP. Its like not sleeping at all, all I want to do is sleep but there is little point in it. This is compounded by the desire to sleep more that I get with my depresssion and the fact that I cant sleep though the night. Up and down most the night, I go to sleep at the same time roughly but I get up at all hours, some nights I sleep on and off until 7, some nights I have given up by 3am out of frustration. Im then expected to put in a full day, not so much at the moment but normally I am just expected to function as if I have slept well like a normal person.
Im continually having to talk to random people about my mental health, people I dont know but have titles like psychiatrist and psychologist, rehab coordinator, support person etc. Im expected to open up to them about stuff I havent even worked through, that I dont understand. I had the Rehab coordinator from my income protection insurance people ring today and I had to talk to her about my mental issues, whats going on, the recent addition of complex PTSD, I didnt go into what it was in relation to but still. Then having to talk to them about my spinal issues, which is a touchy subject. I fully expected that I would be out of pain not in more and not back not knowing what was wrong and if it can be treated. I mean what happens if this is it, this is as good as it gets, am I in pain for the rest of my life? I mean as far as I can tell its a real possability.
I keep thinking about my childhood, the stuff at school and the stuff at home. There was so much abuse and neglignace. Teachers didnt protect me, my parents didnt protect me, to the point I stopped talking to them about it. At home one parent abused and the other turned a blind eye. Oddly my sister is starting to realise the same for her. I write this on here because its the only place I can vocalise it, if either parent found out it would be a huge issue. I trust my family so little that not only is my tablet fingerprint protected but most my apps, particularly the ones I write my posts on and it is all locked down everytime I walk away from the tablet, even if my Dad sits down next to me. My phone is similar but never just left anywhere, its always in arms reach. I simply dont trust them not to snoop on what I am doing. Actually I dont trust them in general, I talk to them but Im guarded when I do. There is always an alternative motive, words are twisted and used against you, often its just information gathering for someone else, even my pain is used against me and judged as is my mental health.
Ive spent months dealing with the medical and psychological sides of my sisters treatment and been worn out in the process, to the point my mental health has significantly suffered, I was lucky in some ways that my back had the issues that it has had because it made me to take a step back and forced Dad to step up. Im still somewhat involved in my sisters psychological aspects but she has a lot more supports around her now.
I found out a few days ago that I have been put down as the second for my Mums NDIS application and sister and Dad have been on at me to ring and find out where things are at. So now I have to be involved in my Mums stuff and my Mum just doesnt do what she needs to. Its going to be a shit show and if she doesnt hurray up she will be too old for the NDIS.
I really dont know how much more I can cope of this emptiness I feel, the hollowness, like I am an empty egg shell that just the slightest pressure will cause it to break. Im so sick of feeling so fragile, alone and shrouded in darkness. I feel like I have some monster following me everywhere I go, just ready to attack and take away any resemblence of joy that might arise and another that just turns everything into shit or worsens the situation.
Depresssion is a horrible beast. You can only hope to survive it with as many limbs, fingers and toes in tact at the end as possible. Worse still, you survive it all the while knowing that it is only just around the corner waiting for another opportunity to attack