Wednesday, 3 August 2011

And the Beat Goes On....

So I go to the doctors last week Wednesday and they told me I was depressed and I started to give into the idea but my mind and soul would not allow it. I may be sad but I am not accepting depression as a medical problem. That would be the coward way out. On Thursday I want in to talk to a counsellor as a substitute for medication, yeah they wanted to get me hopped up on anti depressants, and I'm thinking to my self are you trying to get me to kill myself why would even put my self through such a thing as willing take pills to be happy. I cannot knowingly do that, knowing that I am medicating myself for a certain mood ... what a fool she was to ask me that. 

So as I was saying I went in on the Thursday to see the counsellor, and as all counsellors shrinks psychiatrist do they calmly invited into her office and offered me a seat. As I walked into the small room there were to chairs and right away it felt like she put them there two totally different chairs, just to mess with me ... why do they do that ? So I asked where do I sit because I see a hard plastic one that grade 4 children would sit in during class and I saw the nice high back cushioned chair with weathered leather covering. So naturally you want to be comfortable, so I choose the high back cushioned chair and it was nice. But the whole time I found myself leaning forward and talking to her. 

She wanted to talk about my connections with my parents and if in fact I had connections with them because counselling is about connection between the patient and the counsellor yet she has to say all these things to get paid. She told me that I am suppose to form a connection with her for these sessions to really work. As I am sitting there I am wondering to my self... if this lady believes that I am going to form a connection with her by seeing her ever two weeks for an hour, and I have lived with a woman for over 20 yrs and have never formed a connection with her, she is the one that needs the counselling. 

It seems unrealistic to me but because I have no one to talk to about this with a level head on their shoulders, I figure might as well talk to the shrink because she gets paid to listen to my moaning and groaning. she might make sense of things she might just regurgitate everything that I already know and if that happens the next couple of sessions then I am going to cancel the other sessions I do not need any more elder women telling me what and what not to do or telling me something I already know. 

I know I don't have a connection with my mother, my real mom is still in my home land and has not made any serious effort to help her self and is putting pressure on me as if I'm the adult and I should take care of her.  its irritating and shameful I thing adults should know how to take care of them self and not depend on their children ... that does not come until later on in life.... She is only 43 and acting as if your 73 its sad and irritating and stressful and annoying and I don't want anything to do with you. I don't miss her at all how can you miss someone or something you never had. Mean While i have a step mother who paid for things made sure I had clothes food and a bed to sleep in other than that she didn't care for my existence only that I keep her house clean for all I knew I could have been a totally different person and she would not care and bother to get to know me, tell me shes proud or anything. She focused on the bad 99.999999999999 percent of the time. the 1 percent is when she actually came to my graduations. But she complained about that also.

Father kind of backed out of the picture... he just wanted peace, so whatever am I suppose to hold it against him? If I did then I would not have any parents ... I am just tired of these people posing as my parents guardians what ever. The government could do what they did. With out all the unnecessary hatred and malice. The unnecessary ignoring and disregard for life. 

I do wish I never woke up ... but since I keep waking up every morning Might as well do things my way and forget what everyone else thinks ... they only care enough to mess in your personal life when the damage is done they are gone .... no one there to clean up but you. So why should I care either. This world is all vanity.

Saturday, 9 July 2011

Reasons why I daydream

I have been a diabetic for almost three years now and I am still having problems with stabilizing my blood sugars and this time around I have contracted a few infections to go along with the out of control sugars. This is not something that I want to deal with on a daily basis, so when I can actually ignore the fact that I have a detrimental  disease that is not going away by itself, I do. I eat what I want as much as I want and I don't bother taking my insulin, exercising, or eating on time.

Last time I was hospitalized, a few days prior I had pigged out on chocolate ice cream thinking if I ate enough I wouldn't wake up the next morning but lo and behold I woke up cause I have to pee really bad.... a week later I begged my boyfriend to take me to emerge because I felt overwhelmingly weak could barely hold my self up (and I am a very hefty girl). When they finally got to my blood work they came back and immediately hooked me up to an IV and told me I am going to be here for a while. Turns out that my blood sugar was about 44... or something like that and it is suppose to be between 5 and 7. Well the IV was making me feel better but my sugars were still high and they would not let me go home ... I was admitted the next day when a spot opened up and I was placed on a strict diet that did not fulfill my hunger so I was starving most of the time and I couldn't sleep most of the time so I was just up and hungry and irritated at the fact that I had nothing to eat when I wanted to. On top of that I was the youngest person there by about 60 years. The whole situation was depressing but I am not to believe in suicide. I would just not want to wake up one day is that to much to ask!?!

Anyways so I like to eat and I eat a lot and its not the fact that i cant have junk food. Because I am fine with sandwiches and vegetables and home cooked meals and fruit and all that good stuff but even that stuff I can't eat a lot of. I can't stay hungry yet I can't eat a lot. It's frustrating!

Most of the time I just day dream or get what ever I want to eat and watch movies of what I would like my life to be like.

This slight mood disturbance (as the diabetic psychologist called it) has been even before I was diagnosed with diabetes... but it definitely helped making my mood disturbance more.

I just wouldn't mind if  I could just not wake up one morning. I admit that I do sound suicidal, but there is so many things that just get me so upset and I have no outlet for them. Not even typing all this out, telling the world what is really bothering me, isn't helping. It just makes all my problems more prominent. But you can only store so much bad stuff away in your mind before it over flows and things happen that could have been avoided.

So lets say I am doing this more for the people around me and not me. On top of all this, my life itself is boring. All I do is go to work and come home to a boyfriend who is the most selfish person I know. He does not care about my happiness his attempts to cheer me up are futile only because he does things that he thinks should make me happy but he never takes the time out to even remotely think "now what would Alecia like?" No he just thinks that what ever makes him happy or whatever made his previous girlfriends happy should make me happy and if it doesn't I have a problem, not him. I feel like I have no friends or they just don't have time for me or I don't have time for them. My Job feels like its taking over my life and I don't even get paid enough. I want to look a certain way and I want to dress a certain way and I want to go places that I can't afford and I have the education and I want a better job and it is like I am just to scared to go after it because I feel inadequate.

I feel so lifeless that some times I don't even want to get up and do anything I don't want to see anyone and I don't want to do anything. Life feels so pointless and I only find happiness in my day dreams... if that.