This journal wanders about. It's poetry, reflections, snippets from other stories and ideas of others, and my own pot luck thoughts reflecting the transparent thinking of this post-traumatically stressed, majorly depressed social phobic before and after my breakdown.

June 24, 2009

I received a new diagnosis in April of this year: Social Anxiety Disorder (SAD). Those are the names of the headaches i love to live with!! The other two are Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (chronic and complex) and Major Depressive Disorder. I also have chronic sciatia and have difficulty with severe pain and mobility. I am lost without medication and am currently dependent on five separate drugs with a total of 12 pills a day. The nausea and anxiety need special attention and i find creative ways of dealing with those two thirsty energy drains. I sometimes feel i've struck a balance but "stuff" crops up sometimes. I can now hear fairly well but will always have some stupid thing going wrong with my ears. I just recovered (sort of) from cellulitis ("luck of the draw, said my physician!! My foot still feels the effects quite a bit though. I lost my upper teeth last summer and i still haven't completed everything around that and actually don't like them at all. However, i like them more than i would if i didn't have them!!!!hahaha I have needed to have my blood work done but can't seem to do.

PTSD - a memory and sensation can create a heightened anxiety and who knows what "blood work' means to me? I'm fucked in this way, for sure. Sometimes i feel like i may turn and corner and be confronted with insurmountable violence.

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