The Return of Dark Days… Seeking Direction and Outrunning the Shadow.

Zenosyne Confessions

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So this is day three of the new antidepressants.

Last night I did not sleep all too well.  I had 15mg on the first day, then was advised to up to 30mg on the second if I could ‘handle it’ and so, second day on 30mg and I feel dark.

The frustration, anger, helplessness and bitterness has returned.

I am unemployed and relying on my new partner to pay for everything.  I am unemployed because so many people are applying for the same type of job as me, I am signed off from the doctor due to stress, depression and anxiety, which I believe is the best thing as I could not handle even the cleaning work I was doing on the side.

My partner has been an angel.  He has ensured I have a roof, my car kept on the road and with petrol, food to eat, my tobacco…

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Words From Dark Days…

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Dark patches of sticky velvet

Brush yourself off

Thistle burrs catch, slicing delicate hands

Dark gashes lay open

Sticky blood dries in strands.

Strain against pain

Sunlight through fingers

Nerve endings snap

Turn away, turn it off

Safer with shadow and familiar cracks.

Dress in sticky velvet,

Dark plays colours’ shade.

The Return of Dark Days… Seeking Direction and Outrunning the Shadow.

royo

So this is day three of the new antidepressants.

Last night I did not sleep all too well.  I had 15mg on the first day, then was advised to up to 30mg on the second if I could ‘handle it’ and so, second day on 30mg and I feel dark.

The frustration, anger, helplessness and bitterness has returned.

I am unemployed and relying on my new partner to pay for everything.  I am unemployed because so many people are applying for the same type of job as me, I am signed off from the doctor due to stress, depression and anxiety, which I believe is the best thing as I could not handle even the cleaning work I was doing on the side.

My partner has been an angel.  He has ensured I have a roof, my car kept on the road and with petrol, food to eat, my tobacco and cider to help on a day to day basis when he doesn’t even smoke or drink.  I feel awful.

I know I should not moan.  There are people in a lot more worse situations than myself.  But this feeling does not sit well.

I want to say to him, ‘why can’t you sort out your stuff instead of sitting in your dark room, watching manga, surrounded by your dirty and clean clothes, the dishes from two weeks ago, and empty cola bottles and all this rubbish??  Can you not try and be productive, rather than let the after effects of the addiction effect you so much by not sitting in your dark room all day, and try to not let yourself be vulnerable, like I am trying too?? Can you not see there is no food in the cupboards? Can you not remember we still need to/I still need to get the mould paint for the landlady??

This all gets to me.

His behavior towards his surroundings reminds me of living with my father.  My alcoholic father, my emotionally stunted father, my father who once told me ‘if I want to live in shit, I will live in shit.’ My father who has let himself go, who I cannot have a ‘normal’ conversation with, my father who gave me emotional abuse growing up.  *Que daddy issues*

I do washing, I clean, I cook, I tidy and dust, all to help pay my way as I have no income.

I know my annoyances are unjustified.  He provides and I do what I can in return.

I am aware my feelings are to be un-trusted, but I can do nothing to stop them affecting my thoughts.

I must be careful, I must be mindful, I must be better than the creeping ‘Dark Passenger’ who threatens my progress and sanity.

Two weeks is all I have to wait until these pills start to settle down and these untrustworthy reassurances from my shadow will peter out once again and I can feel more of myself that I have tried so hard to pull back together.

He is an angel, this man who found me, who saw me, who saw my potential to be the person I was seeking to find the space for.  I cannot help feel this is unjustified, I am not used to this.

And I am afraid I am still not strong enough to repay the strength and understanding that he has shown me.

However, there is one thing I can be grateful to myself for.  It is that I have the ability to remember…

have the ability to recognize, to acknowledge the past and to remind myself that I do not have to let things repeat themselves, and I can and will be strong enough, to tell this feckless ‘Dark Passenger’, this shadow of mine,

TO GO FUCK HIMSELF.

There are choices one can make on a journey like this.  It may not seem like it at the time, but there are.  Despite how drowning the feelings can be, despite the hatred you may feel for the world, the people in it, and yourself.  It may take you to try and leave the world, to make the ones closest to you cry, to leave you, to hate you, to realize that you want to ask for help and try and make yourself better.  But you will find the choices to choose, if you really want to.

I have chosen to be happy.  To learn to be happy, To allow myself to be happy.

I still feel left out my family, what family members I have anyway, when I see on Facecrap they have had a lovely time doing something and not invited me.  Or when supposed friends fail to seek me out but moan when I do not seek them out.  But I know this is unjustified, because of the way I feel towards myself.

It’s a slow journey.  But I have things to look forward to, camping adventures with my new family, I have little projects I have created for myself, making gifts for people and experimenting with creating for a business idea.

Even though I feel helpless and I don’t even have the money for materials to make any items for my business idea and the fact I have gone bankrupt, there some options.  Like the massage course I have signed up for on the 24+ student finance (once the systems are up and running again, apparently *Que paranoia*).

Babysteps x

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Day After The Night Before…

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I slept like a baby last night.  It was a bit of an effort waking up and being coherent but I feel pretty OK, which is a relief.

In the past I was becoming a very light sleeper, I could not settle, I would wake after about 4 hours and I had developed night sweats which were actually quite bad.  This started after I was prescribed very strong antibiotics for PID, and, I have since discovered, because of my self medicating with a certain recreational drug.  But even after the antibiotics finished, the sweats continued.  I was also becoming very detached, my thoughts where spiraling again, and I would question everything.  I have managed to stave off self harming, though.  This is about 5-6 months now, I think.

I guess I had worked myself up a bit about the Mirtazapine (I think I had spelt the name incorrectly in the last post, apologies) antidepressants, which is silly as I have not exactly been on top of late so I should be eager to try something new, however, all of this stuff is pretty scary to be honest.

I remember when I was first on Sertraline 50mg then to 100mg I was full of energy, practically buzzing and hyper.  It wore off after a while and leveled out, as they are meant to, and I started slipping back into the Dark Side.  I still felt like I was on a safer level than before the antidepressants, however, I was self medicating and still breaking down inside, and I had started to self harm.  I upped my own dose from 100mg to 150mg and then again to 200mg.  The doctors did not say much about that, I was moving house during both those times so I guess they couldn’t anyway.

Mirtazapine

On paper it seems like it could be really helpful for me.  I self medicate too much with alcohol, I use recreational drugs, and at this point, I have not used a certain drug now for two days (another story for another time), although I have been drinking to help with the dependency.  I was a bit concerned that Mirtazapine is a sedative, but I think now that this will probably help with my feelings of restlessness and displacement.  I have also had trouble with concentration and focus, hopefully it will help with this, too.

Which is another reason why I chose to start this blog.  I need to find an outlet and something that will help me channel my energy.  I like to paint and make my own clothes, or little items for people, like electric cigarette cases or purses.  However, I have three or four things that still are not finished and I haven’t picked up a paint brush in months.  Except to paint the house that I have just moved into, which does not quite count.

I believe that everyone needs to have something to work on, to perfect and to look forward to. Something that is just theirs to watch grow beneath their hands.  That something, whatever it may be, breaks the monotony of this everyday life that most of the time is us straining ourselves for some other fracker, and to no real end other than to know that there should, hopefully, be enough at the end of the month to keep the roof over our heads and some tins in the cupboard for our children.

In breaking that monotony, and accomplishing something for ourselves, however slight it may be, keeps that little light inside of us from being fully extinguished.

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Time consuming…

This blog making malarkey is a pain in the ass.

It is already 11.30am and all I have been doing this morning, instead of attempting to be an articulate and witty blogger, is try and figure out how this fracking WordPress website works.  All I wanted to do was change the colour of the title banner, and I still haven’t figured out how to do it.

I’m not a huge fan of technology.

Don’t get me wrong I am as competent as the next person, however, I do not like the way that you get sucked into the tech.  Before you know it, 5 hours has gone by and you have only perused through the profile of that person you met in Bristol outside a boutique and talked for an hour about pretzels thus discovering your best friend’s cousin knew someone who went to the same playschool as their best friend’s cousin.

Annoying.

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