Dear Mr. President

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Thank you, for being a guiding light through some of the hardest years we’ve faced as a country. Thank you for being wise and patient, courageous and determined. You have been a beacon of freedom, a symbol for the rest of the world to follow, an inspiration. Oh my god. Please don’t go. We could not possibly be undergoing a weirder swap of personalities. Going from Clinton to Bush was strange enough but Obama to Trump is like an episode of Stranger Things. Poor Beth. But now we’re all Beth, going to live in the Upside Down. The one upside to this whole thing is that they finally took down a huge Trump billboard outside my window, so I don’t have to be reminded every day that this real estate agent has become our President. I am not shy about my dislike for Trump. I don’t think anything about him says “President,” in fact the opposite. Obama screamed President: he was a lawyer, middle-aged, career volunteer, activist, honored member of the Harvard Law Review,  I mean…the list goes on. Trump “should have won an Emmy.” Amiright? Continue reading “Dear Mr. President”

First day jitters

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I’m nervous. New things make me super anxious. I keep thinking I won’t be able to find my way around anymore, that I’ve forgotten how to interact with people, that the classes I need to take won’t be available. I mean, the worst possible situation is I don’t take classes til the summer but I don’t think that that is going to happen. There must be something I can take without the math pre-reqs finished already. The dogs sense that something is up so the little one is just whining constantly. I have to admit, I’m afraid that my brain just isn’t what it used to be. Between meds and the ECT and all the other trauma I’ve been through, it occurs to me that I might have just burned up what little usefulness I had. Continue reading “First day jitters”

We will return to your program after this

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This week has been super weird. I was so uncomfortable. Today I feel worlds better than I have in days. It’s like being stuck in a vortex and suddenly ripped out, the world slowing to its normal pace. It was like my brain was tuned to static and eventually the regular programming decided to come back on. I may have had a fever actually, but either way I’ve been there before. These mood swings are not exactly predictable but once they start they are recognizable. I’m still stretching my brain and haven’t been terribly productive, but my focus is better. I finally gave in to myself and didn’t try to do anything beyond watch TV and that seemed to help. No expectations, lower activity, and I was able to help my brain reboot. Now I don’t want to scratch my brain out, it doesn’t feel itchy, and I can think about things for more than five minutes. Continue reading “We will return to your program after this”

Borderline Bingo

I found this on Reddit (via /u/Orianthi) this morning and thought it was accurate. I can’t even write this post because I’m so easily distracted. My brain is a whir of annoying thoughts and no follow through.I am spinning in place waiting for the storm to pass. Sometimes I really believe it won’t, that this is forever, that I’m not going to feel better again, that everything I’ve been planning won’t work because I feel like this. It’s really easy to give in to those thoughts because they fit. They fit into the world view that I have because of the mood that I’m in. Continue reading “Borderline Bingo”

Goodbye forever, I mean until later

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Transitions are difficult. Husband is away for the week and I miss him. This leaves a hole that even the dogs sense. The little one is just in a constant state of existential crisis. She is mirroring how I feel. Nothing is quite “right.” I have been a little sick the last couple of days, so I know that is throwing me off as well. It lowers my shields and makes me raw. I keep trying to focus, to do things. It’s a slog, like pulling myself through mud just to find a little bit of comfort. I think an irrational part of me believes that people are never going to come back when I’m not around them. I also invent stories about what they’re thinking, particularly as it relates to me and our relationship. It becomes a battle of self talk vs defeatest thinking. I wanted to give up and curl into a ball so many times today, for so many reasons. I didn’t because I was talking to myself the entire time. Do I feel like shit? Yes. Is it partially because Husband is gone? Yeah, because it’s different (and I like him). Is it partially just chemicals on a weird mood cycle? Absolutely. It’s mostly the latter. So the internal conversation becomes “I just want to die,” and “No you don’t, you just feel like crap.” It’s very disorienting. Continue reading “Goodbye forever, I mean until later”

Mild hysteria

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Every so often my younger dog decides to lose her mind. Absolutely nothing will be happening but she’ll start to look around and yip softly, getting louder by the moment. Soon she is crooning and whining, which quickly turns into a high pitch, full-on howl. No matter what I do–cuddle her, hold her on my lap, hold her mouth closed, yell in her ear, soothe her–nothing seems to break her out of the cycle once it’s grabbed hold of her. I cannot for the life of me figure out what is happening to her in these moments. It feels like she is having some sort of existential crisis. Woe is me, I don’t know who I am anymore. I know that feeling. When I am low everything feels overwhelming. Sometimes my anxiety builds like her howls: quietly, then progressively more wildly, and finally so out of control that very few things will help me snap out of it. I have, like everyone else, many causes of anxiety and many manifestations of it. Continue reading “Mild hysteria”

We are all a little broken & that’s okay.

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I don’t feel like words today. I’ve been trying to think of something to write about and I keep coming up blank. I keep trying to think of something to do and everything falls short. I’ve learned to recognize this as part of the ebb and flow of my issues. Sometimes my brain feels itchy and nothing is satisfying. I tried easily a dozen different activities yesterday and only one held my attention for any length of time, and that was a struggle. Then I get flashes of suicidal thinking, not because they are serious thoughts but because my brain goes there reflexively. I’ve learned to recognize when I’m in these moods and to say to myself, “It’s just for now, this is just what you do, it will pass.” It doesn’t make things much more comfortable, but it does relieve some of the psychic pressure because I’m not hopeless about everything so I won’t give in to those flashes of thinking. I can keep myself above water with some work. There’s no danger here, just serious discomfort, like being cramped in a tiny space unable to get out or find a comfortable position. Continue reading “We are all a little broken & that’s okay.”