Bingowings said:
I have this problem at work, with people seeing suicide and suicidal thoughts as selfishness so I do sympathise. Mental illness is like any other illness or injury so blaming someone for being close to death for being mentally ill is as helpful and as compassionate as blaming a person with cancer for having a near scrape with death.
It’s not clever or grown up and you can get your relatives to talk to me about if it helps.
It is amusing to outsiders how Americans abuse the term rest in the context of bodily functions. Sorry to hear you relatives lost their jobs in that way. Currently that wouldn’t be legal in this country but post Brexit who knows what workers rights we will lose.
In this particular case, it wasn’t the mental issues. It was some sort of flu, and it was damn sure nasty. Depression is rampant in my family, so they’re sympathetic , but my uncle was attempting some tough love. My family is right that I have to become more active if I’m ever going to fight this, but I felt a little hurt by his approach. My brother’s job was temporary anyway, but my dad is struggling with the unemployment people and my mother is going to have a breakdown. And then there’s my grandpa…
Tyrphanax said:
Mike O said:
My grandfather’s surgery has been moved to later in January. My mom had him write out a will, she’s pretty convinced it could be the end. Losing him right now might break me beyond repair. God willing, it’ll go well and I’ll get a few more years with him. Saw my dad’s doctor again. He didn’t boost up the Prozac like I was hoping he would, but prescribed something else and gave me a list of psychiatrists to call, which I guess I’ll do on my next day off. The obsessiveness is still circling like a vulture in my head. I had a rousing flu the last few days which had me expelling stuff I ate in third grade, so that was fucking fun. I’m back at work now, stressed as usual. I had a row my brother because I guess that he felt that vomiting and shitting at the same time weren’t sufficient reason for me to monopolize the restroom, and my uncle really went off on my when I confessed that my brother had called me earlier convinced that I was shcidial, and gave me a rather vicious talking to about how I don’t consider the effect I can have on others with my feelings. I get it, but thought it was NOT a good way of approaching things. Anyway, I’m back at work. Oh, yay. My dad and my brother both lost their jobs, and they’re revoking my holiday pay for being Sick.
Good to hear from you again. Just hang in there. Definitely phone up a few of those psychiatrists and find one you really mesh with and can be open with.
I’m sorry that some people don’t have the best grasp of how these things work, and I’m really sorry that this country continually fails people with mental health issues. It’s pathetic and embarrassing and it’s going to get worse before it gets better sadly.
But you just hang in there and keep moving forward, man.
I know, fighting and moving forward just gets tiresome. Literally, in the case of this new drug, which we’ll get to.
Tyrphanax said:
Jetrell Fo said:
Mike O said:
I’ll respond at length to the posts, but new controversy: I’m having serious misgivings about the medicine prescribed. This is getting…interesting.
Make sure to let your physician know. There are other meds that may better sit with you system and be able to better help you move forward.
You have my complete support Mike.
Yep, lots of different meds. Like therapists, it’s definitely a good idea to find one that works best with you.
He has me on a Klonopin generic. 1 mg twice a day. It made me sleep like 18 hours yesterday. Today, it does seem to be helping somewhat, but it’s a benzo, and I’m really worried about addiction potential. Sometimes it makes me kind of numb to stuff. In some ways, that’s nice, but in others, it makes me kind of uncomfortable. He wants me to start Abilify, but I’m scared as hell to mix all of these together. I’m going to give the Klonopin a week and talk to him about it before I start the next, I think. Much as I want to feel better, I worry that messing with all of this stuff is a little dangerous. And I’m still trying to find a psychiatrist. I hope I’m not too reliant on the drugs. And I’m still on the Prozac too, but that’s been most of my life and I’m not too worried about that one.