phoenixrain88
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jun 7, 2008
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- 81
The sleeping and the pressure in my head and the difficulty thinking are no better--in fact worse--although the paranoia, delusions, and obsessive thinking which surfaced for months seem to have receded. I sleep well one night--just well enough to begin remembering how being alive used to feel--and then for days afterward the suffering sets in again as if I had been granted no reprieve at all.
HOW MUCH LONGER UNTIL I'M BETTER? I'm 20 years old, about to turn 21, I used drugs for a couple of years. Many people who are in their 40s and took benzos for a decade or two seem to heal faster than I have. I'm about to switch to a new college where I would like to take 18 credits and fulfill an internship. Yet as it is I spend about a third of my waking hours incapable of reading and retaining (much less writing)--another third capable of doing so only haltingly--and finally maybe a third of my waking hours are spent mostly functional.
I am a shadow of what I once was--from the appearance of my hollowed-out face you would think me at the edge of death--I don't know if it's time for a sedating anti-depressant or what but worst of all I don't think any chemical intervention can improve my quality of my life. It's all about coping (a word and concept I loathe). And I'm tired!!!!!
Thank God for this board full of people who understand what it is to suffer in ways that don't make sense to others. I don't know what I'd do otherwise. Wear my family and friends out even faster than I already have with my complaints I suppose. I repress the complaints but I resent them for not suffering and it leaks!
HOW MUCH LONGER UNTIL I'M BETTER? I'm 20 years old, about to turn 21, I used drugs for a couple of years. Many people who are in their 40s and took benzos for a decade or two seem to heal faster than I have. I'm about to switch to a new college where I would like to take 18 credits and fulfill an internship. Yet as it is I spend about a third of my waking hours incapable of reading and retaining (much less writing)--another third capable of doing so only haltingly--and finally maybe a third of my waking hours are spent mostly functional.
I am a shadow of what I once was--from the appearance of my hollowed-out face you would think me at the edge of death--I don't know if it's time for a sedating anti-depressant or what but worst of all I don't think any chemical intervention can improve my quality of my life. It's all about coping (a word and concept I loathe). And I'm tired!!!!!
Thank God for this board full of people who understand what it is to suffer in ways that don't make sense to others. I don't know what I'd do otherwise. Wear my family and friends out even faster than I already have with my complaints I suppose. I repress the complaints but I resent them for not suffering and it leaks!
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