Rabidrabbit
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- Oct 19, 2005
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Hi everyone,
I just want to say that the past 48-72 hours have been some of the craziest of my life and I am really considering checking myself into an inpatient detox/rehab/mental health facility.
I am becoming out of control. I am trying to learn to let go and give someone else control. Someone who knows how to help people. Someone (or rather, a team of people most likely) who can help me help myself.
Mother's Day being so close, I go a bit insane... It's been 5 and a half years since my mother died unexpectedly and I found her body. Suffice to say, Mother's Day is a very depressing day to me and I hate being outside and seeing people celebrate because I wish more than anything that I had a mother to celebrate with.
I'm not trying to make anyone feel bad, but I always got depressed when I see the multiple generations of a family out and about, enjoying each other and arguing and making up and doing all that stuff that families do... Daughter, Mother, Grandmother... the last time I had anything like that, I was about 9 years old... I remember thinking that it was so cool that me, my mom and my grandma were just sitting around a table eating rainbow cookies... that's pretty deep for a 9 year old, I think... I still think of that day when I eat Italian pastry rainbow cookies...
So what brings me here is that, earlier today, I just started bawling crying out of nowhere. That ugly crying. Just this animalistic ache coming from deep within my core. I cried so hard I vomited. I cried some more. Vomited some more. My stomach is still hurting from that. I am high on oxymorphone right now as I write this because I cannot open up and share my feelings when I am sober, so if this is completely incoherent, I am sorry... The thing is though that instead of trying to work through my crying, I went and bought drugs with money I barely have, sending me behind on my rent for 2 months in a row now... After having JUST gone through housing court and finally paying it off... I am looking for jobs just like everyone else but I am not having any luck getting an interview. Also, at most places (either retail or city/government jobs), they drug test. Suffice to say my urine could not pass a drug test and I don't even know any other females who don't use drugs! (From marijuana on up to heroin.)
I think I cried harder today than I cried at my mom's funeral -- and at the funeral, I cried so hard I almost fell into the open grave hole... True story...
I think I have PTSD from finding her body in the manner which I found it. There was blood and she was face down on the floor. For a second, I prayed she was just drunk and passed out but anyone who has seen a dead body would know the difference. The first dead body I ever saw in real life was that of my mother's. I'd never even seen one at a funeral. I don't want to be all hippy dippy, but I don't understand why you would want to look at the dead body of your loved one even though it was cleaned up and embalmed... personally I think that embalming is very unnatural... why would you want to bury your loved one's body in a hermetically sealed coffin, whose body has been preserved... your corpse is meant to rot, to be eaten by worms, to become one with the earth once again, becoming essentially dirt that brings life once again... (unless I don't know enough about rotting corpses and diseases/etc but I thought to prevent that, they buried people so deep.)
My old psychiatrist diagnosed me with Panic Disorder and Major Depression but not PTSD even though I brought it up and asked him if he thought I had symptoms of PTSD and he was all like "Eh maybe I don't know" ... so I guess I will explore my possible PTSD type issues with my new psychiatrist. I don't wanna be one of those types of people who just wants a bunch of diagnoses to flaunt around with people for shock value or whatever..
My issue is basically trying to get over my stubbornness and let go of my control issues and put myself into the hands of professionals who are knowledgeable and WANT to help me. I need to learn to trust again... How do I do that? Willingly check myself into rehab? Most people are forced into rehab by a parent or spouse or because they were arrested... who voluntarily goes to rehab?? I am not even sure if I want to be clean of all drugs, but I would at the very least like to have a prescription for suboxone and klonopin alongside whatever antidepressants they deem to be useful. (Except for Paxil, I will never ever take Paxil again, it made me suicidal and impulsive and all of the physical side effects on top of it like vomiting and being tired and disoriented and the brain zaps... it was unbelievably awful and I feel like it made me worse than I was originally and I was pretty freaking bad off as it is...)
Please, anyone, if you're so inclined... I need encouragement... please tell me what, if anything, got you into a rehab/mental hospital... I'd especially like to hear from people who checked in voluntarily without being forced by parents or legal issues. Feel free to comment on anything that I may not be seeing because I am definitely trying to escape from my issues. Tell me if you feel like I am playing a victim. Or if I should just hurry up and get over it, because it's been over 5 years since she died. Anything. I need a reality check as much as I need to learn how to ask for help.
Mods, if you feel like this is more suited for my blog, please tell me. I tried to add as much back story as possible because I don't think people can give good advice without knowing some stuff about the person first, especially people on the internet.
If you read this, I sincerely apologize it is so long and sincerely thank you for taking the time out of your day to do so. Feel free to PM me or ask me questions if you feel the need to do so. I can try to help support others dealing with grief as well, if the situation arises... I have learned some things over the years, but I don't claim to know very much at all. If we all put our heads together maybe we can figure these issues out.
Thanks again and much love to you all.
--Rabid.
Love to you all.
I just want to say that the past 48-72 hours have been some of the craziest of my life and I am really considering checking myself into an inpatient detox/rehab/mental health facility.
I am becoming out of control. I am trying to learn to let go and give someone else control. Someone who knows how to help people. Someone (or rather, a team of people most likely) who can help me help myself.
Mother's Day being so close, I go a bit insane... It's been 5 and a half years since my mother died unexpectedly and I found her body. Suffice to say, Mother's Day is a very depressing day to me and I hate being outside and seeing people celebrate because I wish more than anything that I had a mother to celebrate with.
I'm not trying to make anyone feel bad, but I always got depressed when I see the multiple generations of a family out and about, enjoying each other and arguing and making up and doing all that stuff that families do... Daughter, Mother, Grandmother... the last time I had anything like that, I was about 9 years old... I remember thinking that it was so cool that me, my mom and my grandma were just sitting around a table eating rainbow cookies... that's pretty deep for a 9 year old, I think... I still think of that day when I eat Italian pastry rainbow cookies...
So what brings me here is that, earlier today, I just started bawling crying out of nowhere. That ugly crying. Just this animalistic ache coming from deep within my core. I cried so hard I vomited. I cried some more. Vomited some more. My stomach is still hurting from that. I am high on oxymorphone right now as I write this because I cannot open up and share my feelings when I am sober, so if this is completely incoherent, I am sorry... The thing is though that instead of trying to work through my crying, I went and bought drugs with money I barely have, sending me behind on my rent for 2 months in a row now... After having JUST gone through housing court and finally paying it off... I am looking for jobs just like everyone else but I am not having any luck getting an interview. Also, at most places (either retail or city/government jobs), they drug test. Suffice to say my urine could not pass a drug test and I don't even know any other females who don't use drugs! (From marijuana on up to heroin.)
I think I cried harder today than I cried at my mom's funeral -- and at the funeral, I cried so hard I almost fell into the open grave hole... True story...
I think I have PTSD from finding her body in the manner which I found it. There was blood and she was face down on the floor. For a second, I prayed she was just drunk and passed out but anyone who has seen a dead body would know the difference. The first dead body I ever saw in real life was that of my mother's. I'd never even seen one at a funeral. I don't want to be all hippy dippy, but I don't understand why you would want to look at the dead body of your loved one even though it was cleaned up and embalmed... personally I think that embalming is very unnatural... why would you want to bury your loved one's body in a hermetically sealed coffin, whose body has been preserved... your corpse is meant to rot, to be eaten by worms, to become one with the earth once again, becoming essentially dirt that brings life once again... (unless I don't know enough about rotting corpses and diseases/etc but I thought to prevent that, they buried people so deep.)
My old psychiatrist diagnosed me with Panic Disorder and Major Depression but not PTSD even though I brought it up and asked him if he thought I had symptoms of PTSD and he was all like "Eh maybe I don't know" ... so I guess I will explore my possible PTSD type issues with my new psychiatrist. I don't wanna be one of those types of people who just wants a bunch of diagnoses to flaunt around with people for shock value or whatever..
My issue is basically trying to get over my stubbornness and let go of my control issues and put myself into the hands of professionals who are knowledgeable and WANT to help me. I need to learn to trust again... How do I do that? Willingly check myself into rehab? Most people are forced into rehab by a parent or spouse or because they were arrested... who voluntarily goes to rehab?? I am not even sure if I want to be clean of all drugs, but I would at the very least like to have a prescription for suboxone and klonopin alongside whatever antidepressants they deem to be useful. (Except for Paxil, I will never ever take Paxil again, it made me suicidal and impulsive and all of the physical side effects on top of it like vomiting and being tired and disoriented and the brain zaps... it was unbelievably awful and I feel like it made me worse than I was originally and I was pretty freaking bad off as it is...)
Please, anyone, if you're so inclined... I need encouragement... please tell me what, if anything, got you into a rehab/mental hospital... I'd especially like to hear from people who checked in voluntarily without being forced by parents or legal issues. Feel free to comment on anything that I may not be seeing because I am definitely trying to escape from my issues. Tell me if you feel like I am playing a victim. Or if I should just hurry up and get over it, because it's been over 5 years since she died. Anything. I need a reality check as much as I need to learn how to ask for help.
Mods, if you feel like this is more suited for my blog, please tell me. I tried to add as much back story as possible because I don't think people can give good advice without knowing some stuff about the person first, especially people on the internet.
If you read this, I sincerely apologize it is so long and sincerely thank you for taking the time out of your day to do so. Feel free to PM me or ask me questions if you feel the need to do so. I can try to help support others dealing with grief as well, if the situation arises... I have learned some things over the years, but I don't claim to know very much at all. If we all put our heads together maybe we can figure these issues out.
Thanks again and much love to you all.
--Rabid.
Love to you all.