I have been told, I am not crazy for the way I "feel". See, the way I "feel" IS what makes me think I am crazy ~ Platitudes of "I promise you'll feel better. It just takes awhile for the medicine to start working in your system" just doesn't get me far today (and Dr. Baskin knows it!) Twenty years I have been a fairly compliant patient ~ I haven't experienced Oprah's "Aha" moment once, but several earth-shattering revelations ago. Because I attach feelings to moments in my life, I stay on constant receptor mode. Waiting for the next flood of emotion. Kelly told me that it is fairly symptomatic of the borderline personality disorder.
I saw Kelly today because I had a mini-melt down yesterday. An increase in anxiety and paranoia, I heard "voices" and felt it necessary to end my life. It's just part of my overall plan for my "life". So in other words, yesterday SUCKED ~ and today's not much better. Made worse by the fact that my family is tired of being "understanding". Yes, they know that I have been in new treatment for about a month, "but, hell, shouldn't you be better by now." If I have to explain it once more, I'll puke. The roller coaster of my life (mind) travels all day, every day, months, years. It is all I can remember. I pray others can see my existence differently, maybe, softer around the edges.
I feel cracked, chipped, and worn down. A broken mirror of myself.