Today Mom and I met with the hospice nurse for my Nana. It got real. I was fine. I teared up when they started talking about Nana’s DO NOT RESUSCITATE order. But I made it fine came home and worked on some yarn.
I have to get new tires for my car tomorrow. I got my first social security payment a week ago so I have the money for it. But with all of my other bills my bank account is dropping lower than I’d like. But I am able to pay for new tires. I am blessed.
I was fine fine before I got to work but almost as soon as I got there I was having symptoms of a panic attack. I went back to highsviik in art class when I first used an alezacti knife. In my head I kept seeing myself using it to cut my wrists in class in front of everyone. Not for attention. It felt like a compulsion. I didn’t do it in real but the images just kept repeating in my head.
I walked out of the room where we were cleaning up dishes from residents tables. I went to the staff lounge and for an ativan and called my mom. The rest of the night I was too busy to think about anything but taking a break I didn’t get. But I made it through my shift. I had a mild panic attack and I managed. So I can’t hekp but to feel proud of myself
i can't get a doctor to diagnose me with bipolar. I know I am. They all say I'm just depressed but I know I am bipolar. I'm so tired of living with this way. I know what's wrong with me is more than depression. I need a mood stabilizer. I know I do :/ Any ideas ?
you come back,, post a questions thread and then dissapear. no fair. come back and say 'hello;.