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    Memory loss/loosing grip of reality

    Hi all, I have a quick question for all you ptsd/anxiety/depression sufferers. I’ve been noticing recently memory loss getting seriously worse. Like I’m forgetting what I have done and what I havent done in work. Its almost like I’m loosing grip on what’s reality and what’s not, for example, I can see myself in my memory cleaning a work surface, but in reality I havent and it is still covered in food from when I’ve cooked. And then it freaks me out that I haven’t actually done it when I can remember doing it. That’s just an example but it’s happening more and more regularly and I’m getting to the point where I’m struggling to remember what has actually happened in my day and what my mind has just made up. Any advice? Or anyone even just feel the same to make me feel less crazy? #ComplexPosttraumaticStressDisorder #PTSD #Anxiety #Depression #Worried #scared #Advice


    Hey warriors, I'm so sorry I didn't post yet. My Fiance is in the hospital. So I've been kinda emotional for couple days. Once everything Seattle's, I'll post again. Thank you for your patience.
    #Depression #ChronicDepression #Worried #emotional


    I’m really scared…

    Hey, everyone. I hope you’re doing as well as you can be, given the circumstances.

    So, yeah, I’m scared. And very nervous.

    I take 60mg Dihydrocodeine four times a day - I have been for about two years now. It’s the best painkiller I’ve been on (and I’ve been on a lot). However, sometimes when I have a bladder/urine infection, or a flare up of my Interstial Cystitis, I get pretty extreme cramps. Like my whole bladder locks out. And I often end up peeing myself a little because I can’t control it. Because of this, my GP and I made an agreement - she would prescribe me SIX diazepam tablets a month. No more, no less. Quite often, those diazepam tablets were a lifesaver. They allow me to leave the house without the fear of cramping and then wetting myself in public.

    BUT… My GP has told me that she will no longer be prescribing me diazepam. She has said that new research has shown that in people who take opiates and diazepam there is a significant risk of respiratory failure.

    I understand her reasoning… But I’m terrified. If I properly wet myself in public, I don’t think I’ll ever leave the house again. That diazepam greatly improves my quality of life. It allows me to perform daily activities without my bladder spasms getting in the way… And she’s taken it away from me… What do I do now?

    Thank you for taking the time to read this.

    .#ChronicPain #chronicillnesswarrior #BladderPain #BladderIssues #InterstitalCysltitis #Pain #PainKillers #scared #Worried

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    Give it time

    Some people act like/tell me they love me.. but they really don’t. I feel they only love the idea of me or what I can offer them.. otherwise they’d act like they love me even when they don’t want something… am I crazy for thinking that? Why do I get that vibe?

    Every time someone says they love me, I just say… give it time.

    #Anxiety #Goodenough #Depression #ChronicPain #ChronicIllness #ChronicMigraines #unwell #Music #Therapy #Love #afraid #Worried #HypothyroidismUnderactiveThyroidDisease #Endometriosis #PolycysticOvarySyndrome #Fibromyalgia #ilovethissong #newnormal #painandprayers


    Wanting to do what’s right

    I’m frustrated. My goal is to be a contributor to my family, do what’s best, what’s right for me and my grandkids and mom and dad. But I have this fear of telling the parents about things the kids do. Not to be telling on them (which seems to be how my telling the parents is taken) but because speaking with the kids directly is ignored or met with angery tantrums. I clean house the most because I am home the most and because that’s what one does to contribute. But because I’m grandma I feel I should also discipline the kiddos when they need instruction. But here’s when things get tricky. I feel like I can’t discuss anything with my daughter, she will always dismiss what I say with something that, “that’s okay ” or “ that’s fine”. She spends most of her time off sleeping or texting or watching her shows. Daddy does some stuff on his day off and spends some time with the kids but at some point he stops, and just lets YouTube and TV babysit the kids and he’s completely unaware what they are watching unless a shouting match happens over differences of opinions on what will be watched. Then he screams at them from his sitting position in the living room where he’s watching his shows.
    I clean, and I’m finding food and garbage and dirty pull-ups hidden behind furniture and boxes and suitcases, mildewing the carpet is wall.
    I can’t correct them without a loud opposition from the kids daring mom and/or dad to come in and put me in my place for trying to tell them what to do.
    If I tell dad what is happening he becomes upset (passively) and tells my daughter he has a problem with me telling him about the kids.
    I don’t know what to do. I just texted my son-in-law telling him I’m at a loss, don’t know what to do to get the kids to stop hiding all this trash, dirty pee clothes, dirty pull-ups and food. I took pictures too before I picked up the mess. This happens at least twice a week, ( my finding stuff like this). I tell the dad and sometimes mom even though I think they’re going to kick me out for causing trouble.
    #Anxiety #Worried #stuck


    My dad#Dad #Depression #Anxiety #AnxietyAttack #Worried

    I’m going to my dads tomorrow and I’m dreading it. I hate going. He doesn’t help me whatsoever and all he does is ask if I’m on my period or why I’m being mardy or grumpy or moody. Sometimes I wanna scream in his face and tell him I’m just struggling. He sent me a message saying I need to put more effort in when I go round there as I come off as rude. But what if getting out of bed is my effort, what if having a shower for him is my effort, what if just simply wearing clean clothes is my effort. He doesn’t understand even though I’ve told him. He just guilt trips me about not going round as much. He hates my style too, I’m not allowed to wear too much makeup because it’s “inappropriate” or I can’t have too many piercings in because it “doesn’t look right”. He’s always constantly telling me to grow my hair out and get it back to it’s normal colour and wear dresses and skirts. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have a dad. My mum gets upset when I just say he has another daughter. I see why. I feel like my dad doesn’t love me and he always makes me cry even when he doesn’t think he’s doing anything wrong. I wish he could just love me like he loves his wife, I wish he could look at me the same way he does my little half sister. I wish I wasn’t the freak that visits every now and then. I feel so unloved and the overwhelming anxiety and uncomfort and stress and agonising depression I get when I go round there is so hard to bottle up and just “make an effort”. I’m trying. I’m really really trying. I’m so so tired and drained and fed up. He doesn’t believe I have autism either or anxiety and he barely believes my depression, he only believes it because he has to keep my meds away from me when I go there. At my mums I feel comfortable and safe and she doesn’t shout and it’s not loud or overcrowded with people. She doesn’t make me eat anything I don’t want to, as long as I’ve eaten something she doesn’t mind. I can have a messy room at my mums because I just can’t keep it clean and I’m too drained to even clean it. But when I go to dads I have to be perfect. I have to have washed hair, clean clothes, smelling nice and fresh, brushed teeth, brushed and styled hair. I’m sorry this is so long to whoever reads this far, I’m just so tired. I wish he knew how hard I try.



    I've had a good couple of days, feeling a little calmer in myself. Not sure if it's the new meds or something else I'm trying BUT I'm always #Worried that the worst is round the corner and it's going to smack me in the face harder than before. Instead I want to be able to live in the now while the now is good. DOES ANYONE ELSE UNDERSTAND THIS? #Anxiety #Fibromyalgia #Depression #GAD #UK #Fear #Conversation #ChronicPain #Pain #ChronicFatigue #Fatigue #Spoonie #DistractMe #thankful #hopeful 💜


    What’s happening?!?

    So my mood has declined significantly over the past couple weeks. Today I am just crying and don’t really know why. I’m taking my medicine like I’m supposed to. Nothing in particular has happened. I just feel like really off deep down and sad. It’s honestly scary because I usually have a clue. But this just came out of nowhere. I emailed my therapist and I’m waiting for a response but I don’t really have anyone else to talk to about this kind of stuff. I dunno I’m just confused and worried. #scared #Worried #Depression #confused #help


    My boyfriend admitted himself to the psych hospital. Having two of us together and being schizophrenic is very hard. I try and help him in ways that help me but it doesn’t work. To see that look he had in is eyes broke me. He just looked so hopeless. He didn’t have the spark he usually does. I just hope they help him. #Schizophrenic #Schizophrenia
    #Worried #hopeful



    Have you ever woken up and wanted to break your arm on purpose? #Worried