gotta say, this thread has a pretty refreshing atmosphere going.
I haven't been doing so hot. had my first psychotic break in a long time recently. i went from mostly neverending buzzing anxiety in the background with general numbness towards everything... to everything exploding and my brain is basically on fire.
I felt two distinct shifts: first one was at home, I was lying in bed after work, trying desperately to feel something from music (oddly enough listening to Shine On You Crazy Diamond, one of my favorite songs from the time I was a kid) and it worked for a second... but then everything went back to not only numbness, but I suddenly felt myself leave my body. I felt I was observing myself from a distance, and the noises from the music made no sense and felt overwhelming. I turned it off, I went to bed.
second time was at work, it started off as a manic episode. it was like my brain cranked up the saturation filter, music sounded full and rich again. This was only for a moment though, before descending into absolute terror and madness. it's been a hell of a ride through crazytown, distinguishing between reality and the shit my brain has been making up to fill in the spaces, trying to limp through my shifts at work. Even my body has felt totally alien, my head feels inflated, my limbs are too heavy. It has calmed down a little today... I'm still very sick and shouldn't be going to work but I've no choice.
It doesn't help that in my desperation to leave the toxic call center, I overestimated myself and took a job that wound up being much more mechanical in nature than I thought it would be. I'm not mechanically inclined whatsoever, and I don't have the brain to learn this shit. makes me feel anxious and stupid especially in front of customers... I may have no choice but to flee back to the shitty call center for a while. I guess they desperately want me back, me leaving was evidently the catalyst for many changes so I hear it's a little better in some ways. Still...
I'm rambling at this point. I'm miserable as fuck, so exhausted and burnt out. wish this was a world where I could realistically just take the time to get back into art and work towards living off of it. That's what I'm meant to do, but it's a cycle of getting a job so i can afford a home and supplies for creative endeavors, never last long enough to quite get there, mental breakdown, rinse and repeat. I'm barely holding on. I had a very vivid ctb dream last night, that hasnt happened in a while
have a nice day folks. thanks if you managed to bear with me here, Im not in a position to know if I'm making any damn sense at all. peace
I was doing okay today but then got chewed out by my dad over Skype. We normally chat a bit daily and get on well but he had some criticisms aimed at me and my life which sort of pissed me off and threw me for a loop. He has no idea how bad I struggle with my various issues and symptoms. I tell my family all the time if I could put them in my mind and body for five minutes they'd run screaming for the hills. I just wish people would fuck off if they're not going to be supportive. Maybe that's not fair of me but I have no desire for any more ugliness at this stage of my life. I don't have the resilience or energy for it.
I'm sorry Angst, that really feels terrible. I know that feeling well, Ive even had that same thought very often... if any of you fuckers had to switch bodies for just a single day, they wouldn't last before begging me to get them out. Ive gotten to the point where I try not to judge though, for example my father has sorta tried to understand but I think a lot of people just can't understand something they haven't experienced. it's too alien to them. I don't talk to my dad about my mental illness anymore, because it's a pointless conversation that just leads to frustration on both ends. still sucks feeling like a massive disappointment to him, I don't even bother telling him when I get a new job anymore because it's embarrassing.