Let me begin by saying that if I owe you an email, phone call, visit, book, or anything else, please forgive me. I have been rather under the weather and everything has suffered.
On a related note: I have a lot of shit to do. The list is long and many of the tasks are daunting. But I am working on them.
First and foremost on the list is my mental health. I don't really know what or how much to say at this point. I will say that I have been considering and making phone calls to investigate a variety of options along the continuum, everything from a different psychiatrist to partial hospitalization to *gulp* possible full hospitalization for a period.
It is scary.
It is often overwhelming.
There is so much red tape and bureaucracy to get through, and it is so easy to feel frustrated and discouraged and hopeless.
Since I--for better or worse--am fairly open through this venue, in particular, many issues you may already be aware of: struggles with bipolar disorder (although there is some recent disagreement on this particular label), depression, anxiety, a job loss, a miscarriage, and some significant relationship challenges. There have been other events of which I've never spoken until the last couple of days. Not even to best friends or therapists or physicians.
I know now how fucking stupid my silence has been. And it has cost me a great deal.
I don't know at what point I crossed over from being the girl who took on things that scared her just to prove that she could do it to being this little, fearful person who is terrified of everything and everyone.
But I hate her.
I miss the little girl who was a scrapper. I miss the little girl who had holes in the knees of her jeans that she patched with scotch tape and wore them to school anyway. I miss the little girl who preferred to pee in the snow rather than going inside to use the bathroom so as not to miss a minute of sled-riding. I miss the little girl who chewed on the plastic handle fringes of her Big Wheel as she skidded around corners, dangerously close to traffic, and would race anyone who cared to challenger her.
I am trying to find her again.
4 comments:
The little scrapper in you is giving you the courage and persistence to get through the red tape and get what you need and deserve. No easy task.
It's all still in there and at the risk of sounding even more like a hallmark card, this is an incredibly brave thing you are doing.
Hun, you do what you need to do for you. Getting healthy emotionally and mentally is the best thing you can do for yourself and those you love. ((HUGS))
All incarnations of you are amazing.
Thank you, lovies.
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