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- Aug 18, 2020
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This sums up my mental stability pretty well. It gets even worse my current state deteriorated that fast within 4 weeks. It is pretty insane. Yeah I am at least not faking that I am pretty ill. I have psychosis, bipolar, OCD, impostor syndrom, maybe an eating disorder. I am fully medicated. I mean if I did not take any medication stories like mine should not surprise you. But I regularly take two medication for the right chemical balance. And I often take addictive medication which is the sole reason I can attend college. I have one college lecture early in the morning. I knew this would be poison for my brain. Though that it gets this bad within a few weeks holy shit. I am not joking it is 6:50 a.m. The problem is my sleep rhythm is highly sensitive. If I have to wake up once in a week that early due to that I wake up almost every day that early.
I reached out for professional help. Though they are very slow. My psychiatrist wanted to give me an appointment in fucking 3-4 weeks. The irony is she is by far the best psychiatrist I ever had. I am not sure why it escalated that quickly. One very very frightening theory of mine: My resilience will deteriorate any way on the longrun no matter how smart I try to outwit my pathologies. I could imagine this might be true. It would accelerate my suicide for sure.
Another theory my sleep rhythm is extremely important for my health. The difference to past semesters is not that big. I wake up maybe 1,5 hours earlier. And this might be the key explanatory variable for my demise.
Well how can fix it? It will be extremely difficult. I currently take daily addictive medication. Otherwise I am delusional, anxious and paranoid. I think I have to fix my sleep rhythm. Usually this takes a lot of time which I don't really have. I can nudge my sleep rhythm with addictive medication. It is so early in the semester and I take way too many addictive medication. I have two appointments with professionla. One reason for talking to them is: I can point my finger at them in case I become an addict. Lol. Addiction would ruin everything. But another psychosis would force me to commit suicide soon. I take a benzo and a z-medication for the third day in a row. It gets really dangerous. I am still at the lowest dosage. The holy shit is scary as fuck.
My plan is: skipping that college lecture I hope that helps. I despise myself for skipping it I have OCD concerning college stuff but I have no other alternatives. I try to fix my sleep rhythm. This gonna be extremely difficult. It has to get better fast. And pressure does not really help on such matters. Well I am totally fucked. I am curious about the appointments with the professionals.
I don't want to quit college now. I was paranoid about this college friend. I am pretty sure my thoughts were delusional I realized that today. But concerning addiction well I think this could become nasty. As I said my strategy of attending college relies heavily on addictive medication. Without that I could forget it. My current psychiatrist does not give a shit about addiction. But she retires soon and no other psychiatrist will continue that strategy in case I have the label "addiction problems" in my documents. I am extremely anxious being called an addict. I am very anxious how stigmatized they are. I experienced that quite often in the psychiatry. However in the end a mild addiction is less of a problem than a psychosis which forces me to ctb in a very short time. I think in the end the consideration will be between risking addiction and taking a hiatus from college. I think my therapists are very liberal on addictive medication. And well their strategy saved my ass a couple of time. Ironically one of them is extremely judgemental on people with addiction. He even once said/ joked to me he wished I would start to smoke some weed in such a case he could stop worrying about me....Well I don't I think I have to add something to his words they speak for themselves.
So I took a benzo and tried to chill. I perceived my college friend in a very different way. He likes me and he does not consider me an impostor. I enjoy spendig time with him. I would miss him if I had to take a hiatus now. Though I experieced such heartbreaking moments way too often. I see how other people can live my dream while my life consists of misery, pain and disappointments. In the end I always wish there would happen justice one day to me. But I think this will never happen. Most evidences point in the opposite direction. Abuse, leads to pain, pain to misery and resenment which culminates in desperation and finally suicide.
I reached out for professional help. Though they are very slow. My psychiatrist wanted to give me an appointment in fucking 3-4 weeks. The irony is she is by far the best psychiatrist I ever had. I am not sure why it escalated that quickly. One very very frightening theory of mine: My resilience will deteriorate any way on the longrun no matter how smart I try to outwit my pathologies. I could imagine this might be true. It would accelerate my suicide for sure.
Another theory my sleep rhythm is extremely important for my health. The difference to past semesters is not that big. I wake up maybe 1,5 hours earlier. And this might be the key explanatory variable for my demise.
Well how can fix it? It will be extremely difficult. I currently take daily addictive medication. Otherwise I am delusional, anxious and paranoid. I think I have to fix my sleep rhythm. Usually this takes a lot of time which I don't really have. I can nudge my sleep rhythm with addictive medication. It is so early in the semester and I take way too many addictive medication. I have two appointments with professionla. One reason for talking to them is: I can point my finger at them in case I become an addict. Lol. Addiction would ruin everything. But another psychosis would force me to commit suicide soon. I take a benzo and a z-medication for the third day in a row. It gets really dangerous. I am still at the lowest dosage. The holy shit is scary as fuck.
My plan is: skipping that college lecture I hope that helps. I despise myself for skipping it I have OCD concerning college stuff but I have no other alternatives. I try to fix my sleep rhythm. This gonna be extremely difficult. It has to get better fast. And pressure does not really help on such matters. Well I am totally fucked. I am curious about the appointments with the professionals.
I don't want to quit college now. I was paranoid about this college friend. I am pretty sure my thoughts were delusional I realized that today. But concerning addiction well I think this could become nasty. As I said my strategy of attending college relies heavily on addictive medication. Without that I could forget it. My current psychiatrist does not give a shit about addiction. But she retires soon and no other psychiatrist will continue that strategy in case I have the label "addiction problems" in my documents. I am extremely anxious being called an addict. I am very anxious how stigmatized they are. I experienced that quite often in the psychiatry. However in the end a mild addiction is less of a problem than a psychosis which forces me to ctb in a very short time. I think in the end the consideration will be between risking addiction and taking a hiatus from college. I think my therapists are very liberal on addictive medication. And well their strategy saved my ass a couple of time. Ironically one of them is extremely judgemental on people with addiction. He even once said/ joked to me he wished I would start to smoke some weed in such a case he could stop worrying about me....Well I don't I think I have to add something to his words they speak for themselves.
So I took a benzo and tried to chill. I perceived my college friend in a very different way. He likes me and he does not consider me an impostor. I enjoy spendig time with him. I would miss him if I had to take a hiatus now. Though I experieced such heartbreaking moments way too often. I see how other people can live my dream while my life consists of misery, pain and disappointments. In the end I always wish there would happen justice one day to me. But I think this will never happen. Most evidences point in the opposite direction. Abuse, leads to pain, pain to misery and resenment which culminates in desperation and finally suicide.
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