Hello, friends. I think of you readers as important people, and I just wanted to mention that. Your support in my difficult times is very helpful. You are much more than pixels on a screen to me. You listen. I am sorry I have not had time to keep up with other people's blogs much the past couple weeks.
The struggle continues. Many adjustments are going on in my life. The move, finally, happened. It is sort of done. I have moved into a new apartment, but have much to do to set the place up, unpack, decorate, etc. But the worst of it is over, for now. The place I'm living isn't the best, but it has some new things like kitchen cabinets, a fridge and a stove that were recently put in, which is nice. Sometimes you have to find pleasure in the small things. Not having mold in my bathroom is also a plus.
Because of my Fibromyalgia and arthritis, moving by going up and down stairs was really hard on my back and knees. It doesn't help that I'm overweight and get out of breath easily now. I am really worn out. My mom and my brother helped a lot, as did the maintenance guys who moved much of my stuff for me, after some negotiations with the agency that owns the apartment.
The anxiety about the circumstances leading up to me moving was so bad, it led me to vomiting and, many bouts of hysterical crying, which I can't really explain to you except to say if you knew all that happened, you would understand the tears. I am not comfortable going into any details about where I live exactly right now on this blog.
I have to decide whether or not to take classes over the summer. I do not know yet if I'll get into the other university I've looked into attending, and I do not know that I can go there due to transportation issues if I do get admitted there. I do not know what to do about this whole issue. I really don't like the academic program I'm in, but I'm really unsure it would be a good idea to ditch it. It's very hard to know what to do without knowing if my car will continue running in another month. Last week repairs on the car cost me a thousand dollars, which is a lot of money when you only work part time. If the car thing wasn't an issue, I'd just try to go to the other college, but it is an issue, because I can't buy a new car, and this car has had many things go wrong with in the past four years. I have put into the car, in four years, the same amount I paid for the car when I bought it.
On top of these issues, my mother is pressuring me to take a trip to accompany my grandmother on a plane back to the state she lives in, at the end of April, right when my final exam is coming up, and on the same week of a presentation I have to do for my class; it is really bad timing. Everyone's going to think I'm a jerk if I say I can't do it, but everyone doesn't hear voices, and I do. I know how much stress I can take at once. Moving, school decisions to make and school work, my job and recent ongoing changes there with a new boss, my car problems, my health problems, all my family members' many, many problems, obligations to the organizations I volunteer for, money issues, and having symptoms of psychosis combine to make this a very bad time for me to have to take a trip and be responsible for taking care of my grandmother, plus taking time while I'm up there to visit my other aging grandparents in their nursing home, which is something I would have to arrange transportation to do, and that's complicated because I'm not close with my relatives, though I would love to see my grandparents........I want to do it; I really do. But I just don't feel up to taking this on right now. I even told my mom repeatedly, "Look, I'm hearing voices right now, I'm having a lot of symptoms, and I have obligations with school not to mention work, so this is not a good time for me to take a trip." But she refuses to listen. She puts a guilt trip on me about how my grandmother needs me to do this, and doesn't understand that it just might not be possible for me to do it. Then I think, what a horrible thing it would be if my grandmother passes away and for the rest of my life I have to feel badly that I didn't accompany her on this plane trip and I'll have to hear my mother tell me exactly how horrible I am for it....ugh.
I have to say I'm really tired at the moment and I just feel that I am constantly trying to maintain homeostasis and not let the delusional thoughts bubble up to a boil where I am bothered by them all the time. I am managing, but I am always on guard, waiting for the next shoe to drop. I think that after I got my biweekly Risperdal Consta injection last Friday, the psychotic stuff lessened. I'm not hearing as much right now, which is good.
Another issue that is going on is that my case manager who has been a big part of my life for the past six years has to close my case. I haven't been in a hospital in three years, and so I'm not eligible for case management at the community mental health center, and she has kept my case open longer than she was supposed to already, which was very kind of her. I have talked to this woman every week almost for the past six years. She knows a lot about me. She has seen my apartment when it was trashed, and helped me clean in up. She has gone to bat for me, and has checked up on me, and has gotten me in to see the doctor when I need a sooner appointment may times, and has taken care of issues I've had with getting my medications, among other things. Mostly, she has been a big comfort. And I feel like I have needed that comfort.
Maybe I don't meet the criteria, but who is making this criteria? It is all based on money. The state government is always cutting funding for mental health so htere is not enough money to help all the people who need help.
I really believe that having a strong support system is a vital part of treatment for people who live with mental illnesses. I don't think the whole solution comes out of a pill bottle. I really believe that my case manager, and my therapist, who I can only continue to see for a few more months, have kept me going. I spent years in abject isolation with no real human connections, and that kept me out of my mind. It was when I met my case manager that I finally had somebody who actually cared where I was living, and would keep tabs on me, and not write me off if I stressed her out too much. I really like her charismatic and quirky personality, and I am going to really miss her and be lost without her.