So today’s prompt is “Precipice”. How fitting. I seem to be teetering on one myself. Even with the med changes (and un-changes), I’m still really struggling with depression and anxiety and voices. I realized how bad things were when Dr. W spent 40 minutes with me rather than the usual 30. I love going to UH because they book med checks as 30 minutes. I once say a psychiatrist who a) always ran late, b) tried to hoist me off on his NP when insurance was paying for him and c) was lucky to spend 5 minutes with me. I have no idea why I stayed with him so long. Another plus side to UH is that they are on the same electronic medical records system so all my doctors can keep up with my (very) long med list and conditions.
Back to precipice. I wrote last time that I was hearing voices and it had gotten worse. I started hearing them again back in February. I didn’t tell anyone because I was afraid to. I just kept saying I was getting better as I walked toward the cliff. Even though I was having suicidal thoughts, I kept covering everything up. I guess I still am. I haven’t been totally honest with what the voices are saying. They’re getting quite nasty and telling me that I should kill myself for various reasons. I don’t know why I don’t want to tell Dr. W and Dr. D. I think it might be because I’m in the middle of radiation and I don’t want to be hospitalized right now. Do I need it? Maybe. I’m looking at a long way down off the precipice.
Most of all, I’m scared. When I was having symptoms like this before, I did end up in the hospital. Twice. I don’t know if I can do that again. The second time was useless. No med changes. Not that I wanted them to change meds. But seeing a psychiatrist more than once in 6 days would have been useful. No therapy to speak of. You were basically left to fend for yourself all day. It didn’t help they didn’t get my med list and I was off things for almost a week. Although I was a UH hospital, their EMR wasn’t hooked up with the central EMR. Looking back, I was safe from falling off the precipice, but it didn’t do much to pull me back from it. I pretty much lied to get out of there. I though I could make more progress with Dr. D and Dr. W than I could just hanging around all day.
I don’t like this brink of the precipice thing. The voices keep getting worse despite how much Haldol Dr. W adds. I was up to 10 mg before, so it’s not surprising the 1/2/4 mg dosage wasn’t working. I’m up to 6 mg now in a divided dose. I think once I get the voices under control, I’ll be able to step back from that ledge.
I’m tired too. The fibro makes me tired. Fatigue has always been part of my depressive symptoms. And now I have the fatigue from radiation. I’m sleeping at least 10 hours at night with a couple hour nap during the day. I’m asleep more than I’m awake. I wonder if this is anyway to live.
I’m tired of telling people I’m tired. They don’t understand. My family doesn’t understand mental illness. And even if they did, they wouldn’t care. That much I’m certain of. And part of me doesn’t care anymore too. I’m too tired to care.
Standing on the precipice looking down. What to do? What to do? Closer. Closer. Closer.