Really shouldn’t have got up this morning. Shouldn’t have bothered with my CM appointment. Just feeling like a heavy blob that can’t hardly string two words together.
SW sent me a few text messages asking if I wanted her to meet me there and then she just said she’ll meet me there for a quick catch up and chat.
decisions are hard. Words are hard.
Went to my appointment, struggled to get myself in there. Just stood staring out into space. Got myself in, didn’t even have words to check myself in, why am I even there?… SW turned up and talked at me for 15 mins. So rude of me, just nodding, yes or no. No words. Decisions hard. Dissociated.
went into appointment with CM and same all over again. It’s just rude to sit and stare and not talk. Wasting their time. But today is too hard. She said books are closed for outpatient ect. Not sure when they’ll open up again. So have to go inpatient. No guarantee hospital doc will agree to it even, no guarantee to leave either. But like I have to decide. But decisions are hard. It’s like information rarely stays long in my head and kinda like just slaps me in the face and hits the floor. Look at the pile of stuff at my feet and now what???
SW was waiting outside (argh, I just walked me to my car and be alone and silent, no more questions) She talked again, asked questions. I somehow strung brief words together and pulled my keys out. Hint enough?
I hate this time of the year. CM it would be good to see if having ECT at this time of the year shortened this depressive episode. Yeah I’m really depressed, don’t wanna be here, but what about all the ptsd stuff too? ECT doesn’t fix that? Maybe they just wanna contain me so I don’t act impulsively? Who knows.