BastSenior Contributor
Never Ending Story
Hi all
HNY 18 - whatever that actually means.
Although, I do certainly wish everyone the best for the coming year - afterall we can all regard it as a big chance to just act like we are 18 again and stuff the toxics in our lives. Wouldn't that be a wonderful experience to just completely and totally own. For me , no chance and probably for most of us here..
I am currently reflecting upon the "hope"that new meds and diagnosis gave me. Yep the quick fix and you will be all normal and able to jump off tall buildings in your blue undies and fly (as per previous posts) I just hat that it isn't true. I am still so fragile and cannot cope with the husband's PA behviours, after a good day - yelled at and reduced to tears. All of the suffocation resurfaces and I again recognise the sheer horror of my reality. Last night, although I slept poorly, I managed to awaken from another nightmare, vivid and being shot. What the? And why? There are no conscious correlations I can recall - just another round. (literally)
How do you ever come to terms with the fact that this is for ever, it so hurts to even consider it. I am me and not OK regardless of all the wonderful platitudes regarding recovery we are currently receiving. Just more service economising at the Federal and State levels.
Trying to keep going with a MH disorder has exposed me to workplace destruction and the ultimate in discrimination - no likely future employment, loss of multiple friends and a nasty husband.
What more could anyone want?
Bast (In loving memory) and Odin