Life is funny sometimes. You think that all is well and that something is going to happen the way you think and it always comes out wrong (for me anyways). I have made some fantastically stupid errors in my meek and weak judgments. I wonder sometimes why things turn out the way they do; even if you think that everything is done correctly in your part. Still the unexpected happens and usually leads me to anger, frustration and resentment towards people who really have it all together and they seem to always get what they want when they want.
For my whole life I had to deal with this type of situations and always with the lack of support from my family and friends; some friends stopped being my friends for what I did. I found out what I needed to do to make these voices stop.
On Saturday May 2nd, 2009 at around 12:30-ish pm, I went to the hospital to talk to a crisis worker; she gave me some pills for my depression. They are helping me quite a bit. Funny, how it takes something so simple as a pill to change your attitude sometimes; I only wish I could do this myself. Depression is so heavy and bleak that you need medicine to help you along the way with God’s infinite wisdom and grace.
On Saturday May 16, 2009, I realized that my condition was worse than I thought. But this story begins on a hot June day of 2005. I was at the library just reading a book; I was unemployed, living with a wonderful family, and trying to find a job. As I was leaving the library, I spotted a brochure for Schizophrenia. Something deep inside me told me to read it and therefore, I did. As it happens, the symptoms for psychosis matches the symptom I have. Since that day I have been trying to get an assessment; however, finding a family doctor in the “Great White North” is harder than finding a needle in a haystack. So I didn’t get a doctor to assess me; but, I went to the Schizophrenic association and called them and they told me that I didn’t have Psychosis. I just couldn’t shake the fact that I did, though. Fast track to May 16th; I went again to the hospital and told the crisis worker that I had the symptoms of Psychosis. So I got a anti-psychotic as well. Well, wouldn’t you know it. Not only did my mood changed; so did my realities too. I become more focused and I realized that I am a “today” kind of person and not the tomorrow or yesterday. So I started to plan on what could be done today.
I did a few things; such as finding a house (I will be visiting the realtor tomorrow (Monday)). I practice my cello for two days straight and I worked out on my bowflex every single day for about an hour a day. The old me would have just stayed in bed all day Saturday and Today.
Because I have Depression with Psychosis tendencies, I don’t feel that I should have a husband or a partner. I wouldn’t want to have them put up with me. I am unable to love and I need to learn this first if I am to get married. Reading the bible really helps me understand what love is about and I just don’t do these things ( if you are interested please read 1 Peter 3:1-14 and 1 Corinthians 11:1-8). I really need to find out more about myself in my new state of mind. It is going to be an adventure; I can tell you that right now. What I know for sure is that future is not mine to see; however, living for today is very pleasing to the Lord and will help me find myself. Then, if I am not too, too old, I will find a mate for me. I have to be ready for Mr. Right and I am just not ready yet.
And now I look back and think if I only knew about this much sooner; I have always had these tendencies since I was a little girl (around 6-ish). All the mistakes that could have been saved, all the things that I shouldn’t have done. Shucks, if only I wasn’t so proud, I would have been married by now. Thankfully knowing my limits has brought me much peace and joy inside. I will accept the fact that I am not your average person or that I have a mental illness. I will accept the fact that people are human and will judge me accordingly and I will accept the fact that I am unlovable and not worthy of being loved by that someone special until I learn how to love someone. I am just so clueless, you have no idea. Heck, I have no idea!
I know, I know, accepting that you have an illness is half the battle but there is always the other half. I just have to do my best and that is all that I have to do. Sometimes I don’t think that my best is good enough for me. That has to change. My best will have to do and that scares the sh@t out of me because I only want the best in life and nothing else will do and if my best doesn’t come up to par with my standards than I know that I will be disappointed.
Acceptance is critical and a nuisance. Well my new and wonderful adventure begins now…
Good night internet land!