reality

Trying to make positive changes

Over the past couple of years my life has consisted mostly of playing the playstation and drinking beer; My anxiety has prevented me from doing much more.

309 days ago I managed to achieve what I thought was impossible for me, I quit smoking.Quitting smoking is hard on its own but when you feel you have no control over your life or emotions and suffer from mental illness, quitting anything is really hard work. But somehow I managed.

Now I’m making my next big change. I haven’t had a drink of alcohol in 8 days. All I feel like doing right now is getting shit faced. My anxiety levels are high and Benzos don’t relax me. The only thing I feel relaxes me is Codeine, but I can’t really keep popping that as a sedative. The doctor might decide to stop prescribing it.

Another change which I’m trying to achieve is finding employment. This is where most of my anxiety has stemmed from today; I phoned a company in response to an application I sent in. I HATE talking on the phone. I was doing ok until the lady asked me “why do you think you are the best candidate for this position?”, I froze a little and talked shit; I don’t think I’ll be getting that job. I have never had to go through an application process for work before and so far I’m hating it. I feel fake, like i’m lying when I talk about skills and all that shit. I don’t feel like I’d benefit any company.

If I don’t try and make some changes in my life, I will continue to get increased anxiety, panic and depression; I hate myself enough now, if I can’t make it a little better I may as well quit living.

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Fuck you

Fuck you and your racing thoughts
Fuck you and your speeding heart
Fuck you and your restless body
Fuck you and fuck your life
Fuck me, what is the point
Fuck me
Fuck this life

I quit
You judge
I judge
You quit

No hope

Everything is together
Everything has falling apart
Together
Apart
Together
Apart

One second ok
One second fucked
Ok
Fucked
Ok
Fucked

It’s not ok
It’s not together long enough

Intellectually intelligent
Mentally and emotionally dumb

Fuck you, I hate you
You and I, me, you, fuck you.

Social Anxiety

Leaving a social situation triggers a lot of anxiety. Suddenly I become overwhelmed by reality. Everything that I’ve said and done goes over and over in my head. I start swearing and cursing myself. “I fucking hate you”, “your a stupid fucking cunt”, “fuck you”. I second I am alone I race to get a drink, for some reason I think the alcohol will calm my mind; instead it just dehydrates me. Because I’ve had too much to drink I don’t want to take my benzos.
It’s getting worse.
I don’t know how to get better.
My therapist is on holiday.
I’m trying to sort myself out.
I tried to work but failed.
I feel like a useless cunt.
Good for nothing.
I start something, get anxious and quit.

Help

If you experience any of this, please comment and let me know how you cope. Life just don’t seem worth the effort at the moment.
I’m sick of having no income, can’t get a benefit and relying on my partner. But being around people is a difficulty.

Two parts

I find myself somewhat amused when I become this other of part me. I feel invincible. I feel power. Nothing matters. I could almost believe I’m a super hero. I’m a god. I am something other than the normal “me”.

My breathing has changed. It is deeper, more controlled. My eyes see differently, the world looks brighter.

Nothing matters. I could commit crimes and not flinch, not care, emotions are no more.

In my youth I lived here a lot. I had no fears; although I did have one: myself. I was afraid of myself. I was afraid I would do something I couldn’t control.
Then the panic begins.

I feel that some feeling now. But I trust I’ll be ok.

There are two of me. Weakness and strength. Two different extremes.

Dissociation

Dissociation
Psychology
In psychology, the term dissociation describes a wide array of experiences from mild detachment from immediate surroundings to more severe detachment from physical and emotional experience. Wikipedia
 
I’m sitting across from my therapist and chatting happily about any bullshit that enters my mind. Nothing is too serious. I feel no emotion. We flow through a vast range of topics, including my desire to work; my frustration with my elderly Grandfather; the course I’m about to begin; and a few other topics which have currently escaped my mind. This is a typical session.
My eyes wonder around the room as if I’ve never seen it before, linking the lines and discovering new paths. We then touch on my inability to view the world as any shade of grey, everything is black and white. Somehow this followed onto reality and how I’m “not really there” in my sessions. 
Now we are going to focus on my Dissociation a little differently
But anyway as soon as that word “Dissociation” was said, I began to panic. I suddenly realised I wasn’t situated in reality and I was somewhere other than sitting in therapy. Dissociation is my main coping strategy and as soon as someone exposed it I was knocked into reality quite violently. 
As soon as I walked out of that office I switched straight back into derealisation. 
 
Until next time