Days like this I don’t know what to do with myself

I don’t know what to say. I hate feeling like this. I feel uninspired and rather ineffectual right now. The sad music plays and soothes my brain. I’m sorry, dear reader. I would rather post a positive blog, but I’m not so positive right now.

I’m at Panera, as usual, but this time I’m writing from Tenneessee, where my in-laws live. It’s hard to have a good visit with them because I’m so far out of my f*cki*ng mind. I’m not okay and I don’t know how to get okay. I can’t wait to get back into town so I can see my shitty psychiatrist and get a change on my meds. I really think I need a med change. I hate my psychiatrist; before I left I called another psychiatrist that is supposed to be really good with D.I.D. and eating disorders but she’s on vaca. this week, so I couldn’t even schedule an appt. with her. So next week I’ll see my usual psycho-iatrist and still schedule an appt. with the new one.

I feel so utterly sad. I’m starting to get daily affirmations and mediations on my cell phone. However, I came across this one on the Internet. It doesn’t really apply to me today, but it is something to think about when we are dissecting our own self-worth.

Secret Shadows has had some blogs lately about parenting with D.I.D. that at the time didn’t apply to me, but I read them anyway since I have god-children. I never thought I would be telling my story when reading hers, but I have to.

I never thought I would tell my god-children about my condition but the need arose lately and I was amazed at their maturity in accepting my condition.

My god-children , C. and O. are twin, thirteen years old, just shy of fourteen. They’ve had a very difficult life but it has taught them resilency. We had custody of them for five years, between the ages of six and eleven. I never wanted to have children but they needed a home and what was I supposed to do? Throw children I already loved into foster care? Nopie. So we took them in. It was difficult, to be sure. Now they “live” with their bio-parents but, even though we don’t have custody of them, we are still their parents. They call us “mom” and “dad.”

With that sad, I have some members that are starting to relish coming out and the freedom it entails. They are all about self-expression and even got a nose piercing. My family is ultra, ultra, ultra conservative so I had to explain to my children that we all have parts to ourselves. “Part” of us likes Disney World, part of us like Busch Gardens. Part of us likes “abc”, and another part likes “def”.

Then, one of my daughters who has some severe learning challenges from being a premie asks me,” Mom, are you talking about identities?” I was floored. Apparently she heard me and D. talking about it and looked it up on the Internet. She had been sitting with partial knowledge for a year.

So of course they had a lot of questions, most of which I was unprepared for but we answered. I couldn’t believe how grown up and understanding they were being. I was upset that one of my members got the piercing and C., my daughter, said, “Don’t worry. It wasn’t your fault. We know it wasn’t you.” What a blessing.

I could finally take a deep breath around them. Now, one of my members wants to get a tattoo. Our arms are so scared and we have most recent burn marks on our left wrist and it looks like a cuff. It is bright red and it gave the member the idea to have “Love” tattooed on her wrist. It is in part because of TWLOHA, the grassroots organization to demythitize self-harm. So by tattooing “Love” on her arms, she believes we will never self-harm again. Would that it were. If that would be the trick, I’d go get the tattoo myself.

We have an appt. with a dietician next week. I’m so relieved. We need to get on a program. We are feeling so desperate. We ordered diet pills on-line last night. I know that was a bad move but the feelings of desperation are so high. We haven’t been this heavy in a long time. Just months ago, we were severly underweight. It is hard to mentally wrap our head around what is provoking this response from the eating disorder.

I’m really reaching out to the world today. I’m accepting hugs if you’re offering. I feel so down in the dumps. Mostly because I can’t stand the way I feel inside this body. But enough of that. So this is so random.

Stay strong and take care.

5 thoughts on “Days like this I don’t know what to do with myself

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  1. I’m definitely sending {{{HUGS}}}!!! I hope that you can get your medication worked out soon. It sounds like you are doing everything that you can to stay positive.
    Hang in there and stay strong:)

  2. I wish I'd read this yesterday! consider yourself hugged! And hugged! And hugged!

    My daughter is adopted and my life's line to reality and unconditional love. I am so proud of your girls that they love you that way, too!

    Sometimes, my daughter, tells me to just forget what is bothering me and let her deal with it. That doesn't happen too often but it is the most unselfish thing she can do at always the right time.


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