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A long rave

A long rave

Edit Feb 2018: This thread has evolved into a chat thread, which is fine by me. In addition, I encourage other members to feel free to post their own 'long raves' in here too if wished. I will continue to post my own longer raves from time to time, as well as chat with friends along the way.

Original post from May 2016:

First of all, a (very) long post alert. Please don't feel obliged to read or respond. Mainly I am writing today to clear my own head of some things. So, here goes...

Last week, I managed to get to all planned appointments and activities every day of the week except Sunday. That only amounts to one, maximum two, per day, but was an improvement on previous weeks and months. I've made all planned appointments in a week before, but there have not been so many appointments in so many days consecutively. Many of you will know that, prior to about mid last year, I spent years very rarely leaving the flat. This was since the last of my breakdowns from paid employment in 2008 (one of so many similar breakdowns from paid working, though none as devastating in consequence as this last one). With each of these breakdowns, the recovery time got longer and longer. It's taken eight years to recover much at all this time around.

This week, so far, I've made none of my appointments or activities. In fact, I've not showered for days. Embarrassing to admit but maybe helpful to own up to it. As I write I'm still in what I wore to bed, as I was all day yesterday and the day before. The weird thing is that I don't feel that bad in my emotions, just crashed out physically and lacking almost all motivation except to use the computer. In other words, my mind and fingertips are alert and active, in fact nervy and overactive as usual, but the rest of me is crashed out. Perhaps I have entered what some people call a bipolar 'mixed state'. Whatever the terminology, this is where I am and I've been here so many times before.

The way I see it, there are a number of possible reasons for the way I am after last week:

  • inner conflict about how helpful my psychologist treatment is for me (saw her on Friday);
  • trying to further reduce my tobacco intake (the struggle seems disproportionately huge and exhausting);
  • needing recovery time from a big week (by my standards);
  • simply another manifestation of bipolar disorder in me.

Regarding the psychologist. She is young compared to me and I have the feeling that she may not grasp the full extent of my situation, partly through lack of life experience. Perhaps she may particularly lack an understanding of the various physical ailments that complicate things with me, some age-related (menopause, musculo-skeletal problems), one of them a chronic illness (crohns disease). She is treating me with some techniques from Dialectical Behavioural Therapy, something I honestly have never liked the sound of when I've read about it. The main 'homework' I have for this four week period is a sheet I am meant to fill out every night covering various things including tobacco use, coffee intake, isolating, unbalance eating, sleep patterns, lack of exercise. The sheet also includes sections monitoring mood every day. The problem I find is that monitoring and (by implication) tackling all these things at once is just overwhelming. I am significantly depressed after filling out the form because it seems to highlight all the ways I am failing rather than the ways I am succeeding. The psychologist has given me this sheet as homework once before and it had the same effect on me then. A full month long slump into depression is what followed. This sheet makes me feel very pressured to recover quickly from all of these things at once, a message that contradicts the advice of my psychiatrist (who I trust much more). His advice is to take it slowly and steadily and not feel rushed. As of yesterday, I stopped using the DBT form altogether. I am even considering giving up on the therapy with this psychologist after my next (sixth) session instead of seeing it through to the ten sessions my GP is willing to refer me for.

With the difficulty of further tobacco reduction, I am succeeding in reducing this a little more but the effort is gargantuan and seems to be sapping all the strength I have for making it out the door to my activities and appointments (or even to get dressed and showered). Writing here is just about the only thing that is distracting me from smoking again or thinking about it obsessively.

I've run out of steam on writing about it all now (a huge sigh of relief from any readers at this point).

I wonder if anyone else can make any sense of this.

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@Exoplanet Hi Exoplanet it is terrible isn't it. The anger I mean, as it is like a volcano spewing lava everywhere I have absolutely no control over it. I remember once these to police officers were having a coffee and this surge of anger went through me when I saw them (I have a thing about authority figures) luckily for me the medication was enough to control the worse of it but it was so close .... here I am a middle class, middle aged woman and I wanted to tackle two police officers *sigh*

Exoplanet may I ask what your diagnosis is? You don't have to tell me forgive me for being a nosey lil pea but it has just occured to me that I don't know.

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Hi @Shaz51, I'm another voice in the chorus saying that you need to appeal the Centrelink decisions on you and Mr Shaz. @eth is right that it won't make any difference what Centrelink office you go to. What will make a huge difference is getting doctors and specialists on board to provide supporting documentation for your applications/appeals. It took me two times applying over 18 months, and doctors on board with me, before I was granted the Disability Pension. It may be worth persisting for you both too.

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@Mazarita Night Mazzy xxxx

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Off to bed, @Bunniekins? I think I might write another epic tale of my activities today before I head off for the night. If you have gone to bed, sleep well.

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Not really @outlander no one can help me

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here for you anyway @Former-Member

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Well, here goes. Another epic post about what I got up today. Feel free to skip over this post. I probably wouldn't have written another big tale tonight, except that @Exoplanet has encouraged me by saying she loved receiving the last one. So this one is specially for you, Exo.

By most human standards, the day was pretty simple. But, for me, it was huge.

It started with waking around 8.30am. That was the last wake up for the day, after a series of shortish, episodic sleeps overnight (as has been happening with me lately). I woke from a dream in which my close friend started to tell me something. She only got as far as the word, 'fantasy', and there the dream stopped. So the first thought in my head today was that word. Interesting, though I don't really question what it means.

As with yesterday, I did a few things before coming online: breakfast and meds, made the bed, and took four loads of washing off the line, folding it as I went, ready to put away. Then lovely morning chat with fellow forumites. While waiting for responses to posts during that time, I put the clean washing away. In another break between messages, I washed, dressed and got ready to go out.

I left the flat around 11.15 and walked a couple of kilometres down the beach to the local village where the mental health centre is. I was walking barefoot with my feet in the water, against wind all the way, and carrying a fairly heavy backpack (like yesterday). This was because I was planning to do a few different things today without going home, so I had to pack different things for different activities. Hence the heaviness. The wind and the backpack added to the exercise value.

Got to the mental health centre just on time for 'laughter yoga'. I have been to this before but not for a long time. I was very sweaty when I arrived. It was about 25 degrees today and sunny. I'm either menopausal still, or post menopausal. Either way, my body heats up easily, probably related to hormones. Add to this a psych medication known to make people sweat. The overall result is that I sweat very easily, even sometimes just walking around and doing things in the flat.

The laughter yoga went for about an hour. An hour of high energy play, silliness and lots of laughter. We did movement exercises, hand clapping, jumping around like monkeys and kangaroos (among other animals), and a bit of singing at the end.

As I said, I was already sweaty when I started. With all the hijinx and physicality over an hour, coupled with an overly warm room, I was basically streaming with sweat the whole time. I had to keep grabbing at a tissue box they luckily had there, to wipe my face. I used a lot of tissues! At one point I just gave up and let the sweat pour down. The session ended with a group hug. The whole thing got the blood pumping and was very uplifting.

After mopping myself up, I walked around the back streets again to my favourite bakery. Had lunch, then headed over the highway to the bus stop. Waited a while there, during which time another woman turned up. She called out my name in surprise, and I saw it was the volunteer facilitator of the art group I also go to at the centre. She is great and has been running the group for ages now. She was on her way to her paid job. She gave me a hug hello and I gave her a hug goodbye, as we weren't catching the same bus. So many hugs!

The bus arrived and I headed off to the bigger shopping centre I also mentioned yesterday. I had a parcel to pick up from the post office: a new pair of sandals I'd bought from ebay. Another item to add to my heavy daytime luggage. Went and had a nice flat white at a cafe I've been to before. Then wandered up half the length of the shopping centre, bought some milk (more backpack weight) and proceeded to an exit back to the bus stop.

On the way out, I saw a hair salon called, 'Just Cuts'. I have needed to have the broken shaggy ends of my hair trimmed for months, so I went in, asked the price, which was comparatively cheap, and they did it on the spot for me. Feeling good about that, I left the centre and walked to the bus stop to go home.

The bus came and I helped an elderly woman by lifting her walking trolley up the step to the bus. She was struggling with it even when she was on the bus, and I could see it rolling around the aisle, so held it for her until her bus stop came up and she got off. We chatted a bit throughout the ride. Then I helped her with it off the bus again. She was grateful. I was glad to be useful.

About fifteen minutes later I was in the front door and able to dump the weight at last. I'd been out mostly walking or standing (or jumping and moving) for four hours. That's a lot for me. Unpacked everything, collapsed in the armchair and suddenly didn't feel so well. All the exercise and body heat suddenly seemed to catch up with me. I got an instant headache and felt a bit in shock due to the sustained activity and exercise I'd had, much more than I'm accustomed to.

I felt I might be dehydrated, so took some Hydralyte and that started to ease the headache. Then I sat in the chair for about an hour in a semi-zombified state, recovering. Star Trek came on TV and I watched that. But it took me two hours of chair sitting before I really started to cool down. I'm still fairly warm as I write this as it's heading towards 10pm.

What a marathon day by my standards! Feeling satisfied that I stretched my boundaries, especially with physical exercise. I may have gone a tad too far, as evidenced by how unwell I felt when I got home. But it was worth it.

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Hi @CheerBear. Felt you under the 'support' button. Here for a chat if you feel like it.

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Morning @Mazarita. Just catching up on posts from yesterday. Really enjoyed reading along with everyone's happenings. So great to hear you had another satisfying day, though sorry to hear you felt unwell last night. Would really like to reply to some posts but I'm feeling a bit too scattered this morning.

The kids and I had a long early morning drive yesterday. We left around 6 with thick frost on the car and a -2.5 temp. We watched a magnificent colourful sun rise behind nearby hills, saw patches of thick fog in little valleys between them, icy white blankets of frost everywhere, kangaroos and could even see hot air balloons over the city skyline. I thought of you while I was watching it all and how great the photos would have been 🙂

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@CheerBear

I totally get that not feeling able to respond to posts thing. I get like that sometimes too. It's okay to be that way. Personally, I think the forum works best with a 'no obligation' approach. But I am glad to see you this morning.

Your early morning drive sounds so wonderful, and bracing with that weather! The awe inspiring sights when you got out there sound like were more than worth it. Thanks for sharing about it. I don't need images to get mental pictures, and that one is very lovely to imagine.

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