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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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Hi @Sophia1 your up rather late...

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yes @outlander

too late

have to try to calm my mind...

had a bad night last night...

worrying times re "family member"

no contact for ages not knowing anything...then daily sometimes several times for over an hour...so defensive...

in a different world...

at least I know where he is at the moment...possibly being released this week...heaven forbid..

sorry

hope that you get some sleep tonight...

and are able to make some plans for your next road trip....

going to attempt bed now..

night night

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Goodnight @Sophia1 i hope you can get some sleep. Gentle hugs for all the things happening and stresses you have 💗💗💗

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A huge day here and I can't sleep, though I am physically exhausted. So I'm up again after tossing and turning for a while. I'm hoping getting it all out on the page might help me settle.

Woke from an awful dream this morning in which I was berating my mother and telling her, repeatedly, that I hated her. I was actually speaking the words for real as I woke (talking in my sleep is something I do). Felt so dreadful, as I love my mother very dearly. I don't think I've ever told her I hate her in real life, though I may have in frustration as a child and not remembered it. I have felt a lot of anger towards her over the course of my life though, for various reasons. I have expressed this in sometimes verbally abusive ways in the past. Actually, as I write this, I remember that she is the only person I have ever had a physical fight with in my life (when I was 16). I won't go into that, but I thought all these angry feelings were mostly behind me now.

The dream horrified and depressed me so much, I could barely talk to C this morning, or even meet his eyes. During this time I checked my email and found that one of my videos has been selected for another specialist festival overseas. I barely took in the news, didn't care about it, so immersed was I in the aftermath of the dream.

I kept telling myself it was just a dream, unconvinced by those words even as I was repeating them in my mind. I wondered how I was ever going to get myself in the shower and make it to the big outing with friends that was planned for today.

Nonetheless I did get myself in there, still dream affected, and desperately tried a technique my psychologist has taught me, imagining the water washing away heaviness and worry. More than these mental efforts to move myself out of my dark mood, the actual, physical process of showering started to improve things.

C and I then walked to a cafe near here where we met with our friends, a couple we see only once or twice a year, as we live at a distance from each other. Whenever we get together it's like we only saw each other yesterday. The chat flows rapidly between us, as we are all creatives and share similar perspectives on life. Before we knew it lunch was over and we had been in the cafe, talking spiritedly over good food and drinks, for over two hours.

At this point I was way overstimulated by so much conversation, so went outside for a smoke and some quiet solo time while they continued chatting inside and organised payment of the bill.

Then we all caught a bus to a nearby suburb, where there was a sculpture festival on the beach. We bussed it because we knew it would be impossible to get a car park there. More walking to get from the bus stop to the start of the sculpture exhibition. Then much more walking along a long promenade where some of the sculptures were placed. It was crowded, as the exhibition is a major community event here. It was about 25 degrees and the sub-tropical sun was beating down. I was becoming overheated, though wearing appropriate clothes.

At the end of the long promenade, we entered the section of the exhibition where the sculptures were placed in the sand of the beach itself. At this point it involved walking on soft sand back up the beach in the return direction from where we came. I struggled through the soft sand for a little while, but my ever-troubled legs and feet started to get very painful. At that point I decided I needed to head for the shoreline so I could get my bare feet in the water, where it would be easier to walk, and also cool down, which I desperately needed to do by this time.

What a relief! My body responded to the cool lapping waves on my feet, and dropped its central thermostat to a bearable level again. It was also a relief because there weren't so many people down there, as the sculptures could only be seen from a distance from that position. I walked apart from C and our friends. A reprieve from the high stimulation of friends' company, and the crowds. I walked as slow as a snail, as my feet were still a problem, though much better than earlier.

On my way, I stopped and watched a crab for a while, and noticed a lot of crimson-coloured, fluffy little things in the water, of a kind I had never seen before. They looked like some kind of jellyfish or stinger and I took care not to touch them with my legs, while enjoying how pretty they were. Not longer after, a pelican flew over, which gave me a smile. Though I had been enjoying the sculptures as well, I couldn't help but think that nature was the best artist of all.

From where I walked, I could see C in the distance up there, toughing it out on the soft sand, taking stills and video of all the sculptures with his new camera. He too had split from our friends by this point, off in his own world. It was nice to get that distant perspective on him, so different to how we see each other usually, almost always at close quarters in this small flat every day.

At the end of the long stretch of beach, I headed back up to the starting point of the promenade again. Though we'd gone off on our own trajectories to view the exhibition, amazingly we all arrived at the designated meeting point at the same time. Then more walking and talking back to the bus stop to return home.

We left them at a corner with a cheek kiss all round. We made our usual plans to visit each other more often, which we often fail to do. At the least we agreed we would meet again for the same event next year, which we have now done with them three years in a row. I yelled out to them that I loved them as they were crossing the road to their car.

What a relief it was to finally get home! We'd walked about 3km, which is a lot for me. My body was very warm from all the sun, and I changed immediately into a skimpy sundress and thongs to cool it down. Then I collapsed in my armchair like a stunned mullet for quite some time.

Checking my computer I found a flurry of further emails about video stuff, asking me to provide written and visual materials and the like. Too much for me today, and I immediately relegated that to tomorrow. Big Bang Theory came on TV and I watched that for a couple of hours. I was so tired, I was convinced I would fall asleep quickly when I went to bed about 9.30pm. But the minute I hit the pillow, I was tossing and turning, my mind flooded with everything that had happened in the day, as well as what I had to do in the way of writing tomorrow, and what I might want to discuss when seeing my psychologist, which is also tomorrow.

So here I am now, coming to the end of this epic tale. Has it cleared my mind? I'm not sure. But I'm going to press post anyway.

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Thanks for the support @Mazarita @CheerBear @Exoplanet @Appleblossom @Faith-and-Hope @outlander @Bunniekins @Shaz51and anyone else around in these wee hours.

@Mazarita really sorry to hear about your dream being so vivid that you were talking aloud. It's happened to me before too and I understand how extremely unsettling it can be. And that it was about your Mum. Our relationships with our Mums can be sooo complex. I also had a physical fight with mine when I was 15 or 16. Just remembered it quite recently. Lets just say it was the last time she ever tried to hit me.

How amazing that you managed such a huge day after that. Hoping you don't have after effects tomorrow and that you get your jobs done regarding your video being shown some more. Congratulations on that.

No further news about baby's progression. Really hoping they're all still ok.

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@eth, up at 3.30am on a 'wake-break' as I start writing this. Thinking of you as you go through this extended time of concern about the birth of your new grandchild. Looking forward to hearing more news when you receive it. I imagine it is not helping you get much sleep.

@Sophia1, glad to hear you know your son's whereabouts at present, though so hard in other ways. Wishing you the very best on your move, and hoping your health is treating as well as possible.

@outlander, I wonder if you have had any more news about your health issues, or if you have any new ideas how to proceed with easing your troubles. Hope you are getting some sleep, or at least rest.

@CheerBear, I love the granny squares you posted on the craft thread. Thinking of you around this anniversary time. May you find some relief and healing through the passing of time.

@Shaz51, wishing you the best with the blood test results and appointment with the endocrinologist.

@Exoplanet, I received you dandelion wish when I was going through the aftermath of my awful dream about my mother yesterday morning. Such a lovely image and thought from you. Thank you. When I was recounting my overheating at the big event yesterday, I was reminded of what you go through in the extreme heat of your summers, once again admiring your strength and resilience. I think I would be very ill in such a climate.

@everyone, hoping you are sleeping peacefully as I write this middle of the night note.

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Hey @Bunniekins, I am still up if you feel like chatting. Just felt you under the 'support' button.

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@Mazarita@eth@outlander@Sophia1@CheerBear@Exoplanet and all who pass. Up very early this morning may go for for a early morning walk or may go back to bed .... toss a coin 🙂 off to see mental health nurse today and then will drop of my son's referral to his new pdoc. Hoping he is not as good looking as his last otherwise I will have to practice not flirting 😛

Woke up with a chorus of birds just outside my window. Absolutely fantastic and the forecast is rain (which would be wonderul). Hoping everyone has a super day and if it is not super may it be a kind and caring day to one and all. Love greenpea

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@Mazarita I would love a chat :D. How are you going Mazzy. Dreams are weird. I always feel there are dreams and then there are dreams. Some mean more than others. Like the other night I had a dream about the earrings in my ears and I felt compelled to wrench them out of my ears and hold them out in my dream. I woke up and found that I had indeed taken them out! weird.

What adventures have you got on today?

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@Bunniekins

How lovely that you had such an early morning chorus of birds to serenade you. Rainy days can be very peaceful and easing of jangled nerves (except when they are not!)

Lol to your thoughts about your son's new pdoc.

I hope you didn't wrench your ears for real in your sleep, but instead took the earrings out gently.

I feel peaceful, as usual, in this middle of the night time. Mostly today will be a rest day, I think, but I do have a psychologist appointment.

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