I hate the morning. How do people just get out of bed and start their day without thinking about the repercussions of sitting up and moving, like the possibility of a heart attack? How do they just sit up and head for the bathroom without falling against the wall at least once? How come the world around them does not spin? How do they handle the nausea when one first sits up? Everyone wants to throw up when they get up every morning…right? Everybody’s world spins to they cannot tell where the walls are…right? Everybody has problems breathing, chest pain, and feels like they are going to pass out when they get up, right? Yet, they all get up and shower, and go to work. Why can’t I do that? What kind of ass wipe does that make me.
I guess my job hunt is over. After 4 months it seems I do not belong anywhere. No one wants to hire a person who can only work when they feel up to it, which is about one day a week, who can’t sit at a computer for more than a hour without breaking out into a crying jag. I can not seem to focus on anything for more than 15 minutes at a time, and doing that drains me out. I’m smoking like a chimney. I hate it. At times I realize I have 3 going at the same time. Who does that? Someone who can not focus on the moment at hand, someone who can not seem to get their mind gathered into one space.
I heard someone say once that you should not live for someone else. You should be living for yourself. Although I think for the normal person this is good advice. For a person like me, not so much. Admittedly, if it were not for my daughter and granddaughter (who I see about 3 times a year) I probably would figure out a way not to have to live like this. Admittedly, I am living for them, not for me. This is a miserable existence, but I can not be selfish enough to inflict undue pain on them which I know would ensue.
So for now I will continue to wake every morning, God willing, and spend my day one minute at a time fighting the imaginary bugs crawling on my skin, the sensations of suffocation, the overwhelming sensation of fatigue, the nausea, blurred vision, daily headaches, the floating out of my body experiences, chest pain, body aches, flu like symptoms, feelings of worthlessness and uselessness, crying jags, and so on. I just do not know what else to do.
I have also discovered that it seems like my minutes are longer than the rest of the world’s. One minute to me sometime feels like a hour. I have heard people say they wished there more more than 24 hours in a day. They should be struck down dead as far as I am concerned. If they could only walk in my 24 hour day they too would beg for less not more.
I need to find a job that I can do from home to get out of debt so I can change my living situation.
I need to change my living situation so I can get some peace.
I need to become as self centered, self absorbed and self serving as the person I am living with now…..live alone.
I need to find a way to accept the fear of death I have when the body sensations take over, to accept that I am going to die sooner or later and there is nothing I will be able to do about it so when I am living alone once again I can accept that if I die, it’s for the best.
I need to get my affairs in order better so when that moment comes I am not fighting it.
I need to accept the fact that I am gullible and although very intelligent, very stupid too.
I need to accept the fact that I will never overcome this condition, stop fighting it, and hiding from it.
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I am blessed to live on a hillside surrounding a lake. One day after 3 days of down pour rain my daughter who was quite little at the time asked me, quite seriously, what we would do if the lake got deep enough from the rain that it came up the the house. Since this was not a remote possibility because we lived so far up the hill my answer to her was that we would need to lock the doors because an awful lot of people would be looking for a place to live and our house was not that big.
I think about that conversation a lot these days. With the terrorism occurring around the world what’s to say that something happens to cause the outflux of people living in the cities to the countryside? Unless you are a gang member in one of these cities they will not have a chance against the marksmanship of country people. My husband was a city dweller all his life until he moved here. Our culture infuriated him for the first 4 years he was here and he is still trying to adjust. Do they think they are just going to pack the sedan and move out here? Most city dwellers that do buy a home and move out here find themselves jammed up with in the first 6 months. They don’t buy enough food for emergencies like snow storms. They do not have the skills to prepare for the unpredictable and we have to rescue them in some fashion.
A trip to the grocery store is becoming a panic attack in the making. Its costing me fifty dollars a week more every time I go. There are things I could be doing that I have not been doing seriously over the last couple of years that is going to change. I will be hovering over my garden this summer like a mother hen. I will not be buying any veggies in the store next winter. I will be using everything more efficiently. I will be making my own broths from leftover veggies and meat carcases, my chickens will become more free range this summer to cut back on feed costs.
I am determined to become even more self sufficient than I already am. I am going to pay off bills this year, and save enough to atleast run half this place on solar and wind power. When the world final shits-the-bed I want to be ready. I am done listening to the news every day wondering when the ball is going to drop. I am going to live assuming it already has.
Country folks are generally well armed. Many are seeking pistol permits. I do not need a pistol permit to take your eye out, I have a pellet gun (among other larger gages), when I get done you will wish I did have a pistol permit. I am done laying in bed worrying about the world and what’s going on. I will put myself in a place where it will be the least of my worries.
It has been 21 days since I quit my job.
I have only had 3 panic attacks in 21 days vs the daily multiple attacks I was having.
I have several high anxiety attacks per day, but not to the degree leading to panic.
I find it easier to push through some listless/exhausted moments brought on by anxiety now that I know that if I need to rest …I can.
I find the freedom of not being accountable to anyone or time, liberating and relaxing.
I have been so busy addressing activities around the house that I could not find the motivation to do before that I have suddenly found I do not have enough hours in a day.
I have lost a inch off my waist.
I am smoking less.
I have to trust that the universe agrees that quitting this job was in my best interest, and will open doors for funds to pay my bills. I have begun a project painting barn quilts. My first project came out pretty well. This quilt depicts a bunch of grapes with our local lake in the middle as vineyards surround the lake and 2 bottles of wine. Wine is what this region is famous for. Its is drying waiting for a gloss coat. I think it’s pretty good for a newbee :). I have also had an offer from a local market to show and sell my creations. Hope is in the air.
So as luck would have it my boss has been sending me emails about what a lousy job I was doing, about one every day or so…for months now. Instead of having the balls to fire me, she keeps telling me how others have to go behind me and review my work and how unfair it is to them. So, I fixed the problem for her, I like to fix problems. I quit.
I have a 13 page resume. I have never, ever, quit a job without giving notice…until last Tuesday. The 4 paragraph email sent to me was insultive, degrading, belittling and bordered on bullying. I might have my issues…but I draw the line at “looking down your nose at me”, period. I finished out the day, sent a very nice email explaining I would be done that day and my activity log and time sheets were to follow.
Although I have had moments of anxiety, I have not had a panic attack in a week. I have had a few crying jags this week, but not all day episodes, nor were they everyday, all day as before. I can not believe I put myself through all that for 8 months.
Now its job hunting, or finding something I can make a few hundred dollars extra a month at. I’m pretty crafty, perhaps developing a craft skill is on my plate.
There is nothing like seeing a psychiatrist that knows less about your condition than you do. This will be short and not so sweet. His advice to me was to go on utube and watch videos related to anxiety and panic control, to download self hypnosis mp3’s and gave me a page from Amazon with cleat attachments for my shoes when he learned I had fallen 25 years ago and broke my neck and fractured my skull. He would not give me medication due to the addictive possibility. Thank God my leg was not broken and I was in any pain….. For the record-I have never taken anything for my anxiety or panic. I was offered years ago, but declined because the problem was not so severe, now that I need it…I can not get it. He would rather see me jump off a bridge.
My profession is embarrassing. This doctor was clueless. Lately there has been media attention to the high suicide rate among veterans. Now you know why.