As a creature of habit, I know I have a routine that has its rotten apples. Despite our differences, and illnesses, we all have our vices or habits we hate but engage in regardless.
Here is a list of my 14 worse habits as a hypo manic person:
Ok… not so bad but…. what are your bad habits?
That’s what the headline says on the LA Times today. It’s not even a real sentence.
House abortion bill switch reveals clout of GOP moderates.
Now lets take a look at the title:
House abortion bill (what, I thought it was legal and done with.)
Switch reveals clout (Most people don’t know the meaning of the word “clout” or more importantly, how it applies to his conversation. What is the switch?)
Where was the beginning before the switch? So… I guess didn’t know that the House was still talking about abortion.
“Reveals clout of GOP moderates”
You expect people know the acronymic GOP and who the “moderates” are to begin with?
So, where does that leave things.
We live in a culture where spoon feed kids are supposed to know what GOP means by kindergarten and moderates still don’t know what the term moderate means, let alone others. And abortion? Still in the bill? Really?
Find a way to speak straight.
I always said that once I get said effects from any medication I am done. Off. Out. Period. The three top side effects I refuse to live with are: weight gain, a tremor, and a loss of sex drive. But, for the first time in the decade that I’ve been on different meds with an array of side effects, I am letting the lack of a sex drive go. Why? Weird.
To be honest, I didn’t even realize that my sex drive had diminished until I was cleaning up my apartment and found my vibrator under my bed. And I asked myself, “When is the last time I used that?!” For weeks masturbation never even crossed my mind. I chalked it up to the fact that I had no man in my life or steady relationship, I have sworn off dating for a while, and one night stands are not my thing, so somehow I managed to forget that my sex drive was gone.
“I’ve been the unhappiest person for about a year and a half.”
(Season 9: Rob Kardashian)
Keeping Up with the Kardashians has been on the air for years now. Whether you love them or hate them, most people have an opinion about them, and at the very least, know who they are. I will admit, I’ve watched some episodes and have witnessed Rob Kardashian (the youngest member of the family) undergo depression.
There was one particular episode when the Mom, Kris, spoke to Rob about getting help. She asked him to seek therapy, which he immediately rejected. He claimed there was nothing wrong with him yet, he spends his days sleeping, watching TV, and playing video games, while ordering junk food. From the beginning of the season to now, he managed to gain up to 60 pounds and has fallen off the family bandwagon. Over the arch of the series he went from being social to skipping out on family vacations, and refusing to share in the families daily activities but opting to be a recluse in his bedroom.
I was given a ticket for a live poetry show for Christmas. It was a gift. It was s ticket with a price tag on it so, I had to go. I don’t recall the last time I went to a social event where I went to will call, got my ticket, took my seat, and found myself surrounded by people; people from all walks of life.
I live in a loft in Downtown Los Angeles. It has three large windows facing East where the sun rises in the early AM hours. As I fry in the early morning hours, I am forced to get up. I can’t relax in bed and “sleep in.” Recently I bought some curtains at Bed Bath and Beyond and hung them outside the window in my bedroom. It has impacted my life.
Since I hung the curtains I find myself participating in my depressed. I can stay in bed longer and hide from the sun. I welcome the darkness, and a break from the sun, yet, I know the curtains play a fundamental part in my darkness. I am not forced to get up. I don’t fry like a Vampire in the morning anymore, and I don’t open them when I wake up and actually get up. I leave them covering my window and darkening my bedroom all day, and all night.
I thought the curtains would help me with my insomnia. Insomnia is riddled with anxiety. The curtains have played into this anxiety.
“Hey Dr. I think my appointment is on Thursday the 15th….at 2:30? If i’m wrong call me back, otherwise I’ll be there at that date and time.”
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve left that message. I have a memory. I don’t forget my dentist appointment in three months. I don’t forget where I parked. I don’t forget long or short-term things, yet, I always manage to forget my appointment. And I’m straight up with my Doctor:
“I do not want to be here. Nothing personal, just don’t want to be here.”
It’s a lot of pressure to squeeze your mind into one session. Figure out what drugs work, or not. Figure out how you feel about yourself, your place, your job, your relationships, your family, your life. It’s a lot. Maybe that’s part of it. The feeling that I have to make sure I give up all the information I can to better my mental health; to better help my Doctor determine what’s best for me. It’s a lot of pressure.
But I do. And I feel better afterwards when I walk down the stairs out of the building. It’s a weird sensation.
You walk in terrible, and walk out better. But the next time I go through it all over again. I forget the time and day, I dread the drive there, I hate the sitting down and now spill it all out in a finite amount of time and hope that you say the right thing. Cause you can say anything. Maybe that’s the bizarre challenge.
It’s hard to go to your psychiatrist.
Insomnia has always hovered over my bed, especially when I am on an antidepressant. Although it’s supposed to help me work through an episode of depression, some medications affect my sleep. Since my medication has kicked in, I’ve been struggling with sleep in the past several weeks. I am caught between doing off my antidepressant to help reclaim my sleep, or just deal with it for now and when my depression no longer requires a medication I can look forward to a more regular sleep pattern. In the meantime, here are some things I’ve done to try and better manage my insomnia.
Most people make New Year’s resolutions. I tend not to, but this year my resolution is to make resolutions. Here are my 20 Psych Resolutions for 2015:
Happy New Year Everyone!
Well, we are coming to the end of my depression series. It took a lot of strength to climb my way out of the cave. I can see the sun on the horizon, and thankfully, I finally feel better. It’s not completely over, or perfect, but I can reflect on the past few weeks to educate myself on what helped, and what didn’t. Everyone’s depression is unique, everyone’s coping skills are personal. Looking back here is what I learned from my depression:
Therapy: After years of fighting it, or being in denial about the need for professional help, I finally started working with a therapist and thus far, it has been an extraordinary experience. It has been eye opening in a way I never thought I would experience. I can’t believe it took me this long to take a step toward help. I always thought that I knew my issues, I just didn’t want to deal with them, but now I have a safe place and person I can trust and help walk me through understanding myself, and my behaviors. Therapy is going to be in my life period, and I am truly grateful for that.
Not Working Out: I stopped beating myself up for not working out as regularly as I used to, and initially I feared getting out of shape, or gaining weight, but the guilt that weighed on my shoulders only made my depression worse. I learned that it is okay to allow the body and mind to rest. I agree that working out is important to helping the mind handle depression but, if you can’t make yourself get to the gym, that is okay. Feeling bad about yourself for taking a break only exacerbates depression so don’t let your lack of your normal pattern of exercise get the best of you. Give yourself a rest and a break during hard times.