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May 17, 2008
Being Quiet
I've been wrestling with dark moods again.
On Friday I started to consider therapy and medications again.
Briefly.
Then I remembered the pain and hassle of monthly or bi-weekly or weekly appointments. First, and regularly, with the psychiatrist for simple med checks, and then even more with the prescribed therapy. Trying to convince the therapist you are for real. Figuring out the therapist has no clue, either. The endless trips to the pharmacy. The insurance bureaucracy. The pill-minders. The relentless schedule. The loss of erections.
And that's a layer of crap I just don't want or need in my life right now.
I'll change a lot on my own to avoid all of that, thank you very much.
Sometimes the help you can get is not the kind of help you need.
Moving on.
[+] Posted by Sinner, who was transgressing at the time (May 17, 2008 8:11 PM) by thinking evil. [+]
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i don't like 'them', i think they all gather weekly and have a good laugh at the expense of their patients. i mean, you laugh at the idiots you have to deal with at work right? i don't want to pay to be someones laugh reel...so i don't go to therapy either.
i think that rant kind of demonstrates why i need to go...hmm.
I hope you find your way out of the darkness soon ... I'm not anti-talk therapy so much as aware that it simply isn't for me. It has failed me too many times. In terms of meds, when I took them for postpartum depression, I was one of the 'lucky' ones whom the meds made suicidal.
"The only experiences I care to seek out now are ones that draw me out of my head, not farther in."
Mmm ... further in can be okay, so long as one is sorting on the way, and not drowning.
Dear Emperor: it is hard to find a good person to talk to, let alone a med professional.
I agree that you have to not feel broken. I have always felt that one can mend the chips and cracks to the psyche.
I call my overwhelming times 'saturation', meaning that I can't absorb another drop of anything.
Wring me out, hang me to dry in the wind, then I am born anew.
No smashing or dashing, just living.
Liras, booted and ready to stomp...
Emperor Sinner! You--a cranky snapperhead? I thought of you more as a brooding piranha.
When I am saturated, I am limp, sodden. When I am overloaded, I am crackling and grouchy. Neither is sexy, let me tell you.
Sleep is something that is precious and deeply loved in my house.
(I did not get enough when I went to visit my current flame--maybe that is why I was a grouch cranky snappy clam??)
Stay well, please. I too, will try.
Emperor Sinner, I do so very much want to hear that the worst is over!
You are fortunate, in many ways.
-Liras, Official Fool Stomper of the 2009 Sinner Olympics