Lost
Have you ever wanted to scream so loud so that your head would explode? Have you ever cried for so long that you thought YOU might melt? Have you ever wished people wouldn't speak at all to you because you were afraid your response might be to bash their heads in with a baseball bat? Have you ever been jealous of bears... that they get to hibernate, thus escaping the shittiest time of the year? (Can you imagine what I would be like in a place that didn't have sunshine 99% of the time? Just remind me to tell you about the 36 days in Chicago when the sun did not appear once. Not once in 36 days.)
Yeah, that's been my life for the past few months. Meds no longer working, but we not longer have mental health coverage due to the writer's strike... Tim was 6 weeks shy of having made enough to qualify for our DGA insurance for another year, and since I've been treated (with medication) for "situational depression" they just might up my premium 100%. Assholes. I hate insurance companies.
And, PLEASE don't tell me to work out. That doesn't help me... I've never had a rush of joy after working out. So I'm warning you, if you tell me to "just work out because that will help" I WILL bash your fucking head in. 'kay?
I hate depression. I really hate being a grumpy, snappy, bitch. It makes me feel horrible.
Lord get me out of this horrible funk. I'm so miserable, and I'm fairly certain everyone else around me is, too.
Yeah, that's been my life for the past few months. Meds no longer working, but we not longer have mental health coverage due to the writer's strike... Tim was 6 weeks shy of having made enough to qualify for our DGA insurance for another year, and since I've been treated (with medication) for "situational depression" they just might up my premium 100%. Assholes. I hate insurance companies.
And, PLEASE don't tell me to work out. That doesn't help me... I've never had a rush of joy after working out. So I'm warning you, if you tell me to "just work out because that will help" I WILL bash your fucking head in. 'kay?
I hate depression. I really hate being a grumpy, snappy, bitch. It makes me feel horrible.
Lord get me out of this horrible funk. I'm so miserable, and I'm fairly certain everyone else around me is, too.
posted by Ramblings of a crazed SAHM at 7:41 PM
2 Comments:
I was with you for that 36 days in Chicago, and I am with you now. I don't know what to do for you besides as our God to help ease your plight. Or to reform health care. But either way, if you need to yell, scream, or say ugly things to an actual person I know not to take it personally. I know how to listen and not give you ideas for feeling better.
Love you kel.
Hi girl
Came here through Mommy2Joe - been where you've been - several times. In answer to your questions in paragraph one, yes, yes, yes, yes and yes.
I'll go with you to bash some heads in about health insurance - you just name the place and time. Sending you support and light. xox
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