What's a-matta you?
Sep. 12th, 2007 08:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zouzounakiComments for this post will be disabled just because I'm really not looking for a pity party, which this sort of thing always comes across as. I just wanted to let my friends who read this journal and perhaps haven't heard from me as much as they should have done know what's up.
So, what's happening in my little world? Well, it's obvious I'm in the first stages of a nervous breakdown; been through two before, and I'm well accustomed to the symptoms by now. I'm throwing up everything, even when I just take a sip of water, and I only sleep and hour to two hours each night, despite the alleged assistance of my meds. It's a chemical thing and it's so frustrating because of all the things I don't have control over, that's one thing I have the least control over, if that makes sense. The last time I went through this, I had my mom to literally and figuratively pick me up off the floor; it's a little scary now because my sister's sympathetic but she doesn't know really how to help me (it took my mom a long time to figure that one out--too long, one could argue). So I'm feeling really alone and frightened right now, which can't be helping. She's been really, really fantastic and supportive and sympathetic, but even I don't know what I need so how can I expect her to know or how to tell her?
And on top of everything else, I may have stopped my vigorous bruxism but my gums didn't stop hurting on the right side and today I realized why: My wisdom tooth is coming in there, painfully and slowly, at the worst time possible.
Life really, really sucks sometimes.
Anyhoo, 'cause I could really use a larff:
Peace, Ghani
So, what's happening in my little world? Well, it's obvious I'm in the first stages of a nervous breakdown; been through two before, and I'm well accustomed to the symptoms by now. I'm throwing up everything, even when I just take a sip of water, and I only sleep and hour to two hours each night, despite the alleged assistance of my meds. It's a chemical thing and it's so frustrating because of all the things I don't have control over, that's one thing I have the least control over, if that makes sense. The last time I went through this, I had my mom to literally and figuratively pick me up off the floor; it's a little scary now because my sister's sympathetic but she doesn't know really how to help me (it took my mom a long time to figure that one out--too long, one could argue). So I'm feeling really alone and frightened right now, which can't be helping. She's been really, really fantastic and supportive and sympathetic, but even I don't know what I need so how can I expect her to know or how to tell her?
And on top of everything else, I may have stopped my vigorous bruxism but my gums didn't stop hurting on the right side and today I realized why: My wisdom tooth is coming in there, painfully and slowly, at the worst time possible.
Life really, really sucks sometimes.
Anyhoo, 'cause I could really use a larff:
Peace, Ghani
