Dammit. This is what I experience too. The feeling of being spread too thin or a walking husk of a person seems to add to the exhaustion.
You guys on medication has remarkably similar features to me off medication. Do medications just swap one mental illness for another?
ETA: This reminds me of a Jon Stewart bit about a drag that helped āRestless Leg Syndromeā but has āCompulsive Gamblingā as a possible side effect.
I still feel like that off medication, its just my thought process feels more fuzzy (or foggy). I tend to compare it to swinging wires that sometimes make a connection. The worst is the feeling of having an empty void in the middle of my brain.
Sheās doing a lot better now, but we had some rough nights while she was in the worst of it.
I donāt know if this makes any sense, but pretty much any good habits I had before the medication stopped. Physical exercise, language learning, study, even phoning my parents. Itās not like thereās anything physical stopping you, but all of the routine and internal motivation I built up disappeared. Partly because I wanted to work with my ADHD rather than medicate myself, most benefits seem to be for other people - in theory I can do more work and be more responsive with people now, but itās just not interesting anymore. At least Iām more productive, I guess - or I would be, if I had some work to do. Honestly, itās a good thing I have my family around me at the moment.
ETA: Having posted this and reread it, I realised that I needed to have some sleep and go outside. Iām getting a little better at recognising when I need to find ways to avoid a downward spiral, but I guess this comment is evidence of what itās like when the medicine wears off.
I struggle so much with the āLikeā button in this thread! I have a very literal mind, and when I read about the painful things happening, I always think āHow can I possibly like that?ā Even though I realize that in this thread a āLikeā more often means something like āI appreciate that you posted. I acknowledge you as a fellow struggling human being!ā
(In a somewhat similar way, in controversial topics, I may really appreciate someone posting something I disagree with, because it gives me new info and/or something to think about, but I donāt click āLikeā in case Iād be seen as agreeing with the sentiment expressed.)
This comment probably belongs in some meta topic about the uses of the āLikeā button. Iām dropping it here, just to say that Iāve been reading this thread all along, and I feel for each person whoās posted and wish everyone better times ahead, even if I havenāt clicked āLikeā.
I encountered a Japanese toilet once in a sushi bar just off Regents Street. After I got over the initial shock it was mildly arousing.
The fact that the ālikeā is a heart helped me with this. I think of it like sending out a little love. If it was a thumbs-up, I donāt think I could do it as easily in this thread.
Every time I read about someone running out of likes, I feel that I really need to step up my liking. Iām not spreading the love around enough! Lard knows I waste enough of my day on the BBS, mostly lurking, the least I could do is like stuff better.
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The fact that the ālikeā is a heart helped me with this. I think of it like sending out a little love. [/quote]
Thank you, that helps me!
Same here, same here. My extreme introversion often stops me from posting or replying, even from simple Like-clicking.
Thanks again for the help!
These days, as I fall asleep and my breathing pattern changes, my clogged sinuses have developed a habit of loudly vibrating and thus waking me up. Better than sleep apnea I suppose, but still at the very least annoying.
Because it beats the alternative of giving up? Know your worth!
Finally going to get a weekend away with the mrs (first time in 4 years) and it looks like Iām coming down with something. Coworkers going home sick left and right. Not end of the world but goddammit.
And the eye surgery I had a few weeks ago has made things worse. Eyes better, vision worse if that makes any sense.
I have found that my mood and sleep quality improves greatly when I get some physical activity, the hard part seems to be keeping up with it.
**also thanks for reminding me to take my brain pills
what a day. a 6-hour long crisis meeting. not only my CEO but also the CEO of a company in the same group (weāre officially in a cold war with themā¦) and the boss of the parent company, one step below the Australian corporate overlords.
Iām hopeful with caution. but had the same feeling some 18 months ago after the last crisis meeting.
Fuck American health coverage. Last year I had a high-deductible HSA account, and it was awful.
this year, I thought I went back to the plan I had had the year before.
Apparently not, because the plan I had had two years ago had a flat $200 co-pay for emergency room visits. Only I got a bill for $850 for my wife taking my daughter there in January (thought it might be appendicitis; it was ājustā pneumonia). On top of the $200 we paid at the time. Turns out thereās an individual and family deductible, a copayment percentange, and a total out-of-pocket cap (separate numbers of course for in-network and out-of-network).
This stuff is more confusing to me than a tax code. which is also confusing.
#god dammit
I do not know what the fuck I am talking about when I sign up, fill out forms, pay for, ask questions about, or seemingly anything related to health care.
Also, I need a new doctor as mine retired, and Iāll be out of blood-pressure* pills in 2 weeks.
Only I canāt remember the name of the doctor who currently has my medical records.
#GOD DAMMIT
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* yeah, Iām only 45 and have had idiopathic high blood pressure and cholesterol for several years.
I finally got a project last night! (actually three, but one will take a good week to complete and the other two were much smaller). Also, my concentration is much better than it used to be now that I can work on something all day. I guess the medicine is helping, even if my mind has taken a turn for the weirder.
So in a bit of a Meta-Fuck, reading over this threadā¦ are there any progressive straight, cis, neurotypical, able-bodied white men out there who arenāt mentally ill? Like, someone who has been able to realize their privilege and think about how they should try to listen to people with different viewpoints who isnāt already themselves part of a group that is discriminated against?
Everyone cool seems to be on brain drugs (or off them because they are making things worse). Somehow realizing the adversity that so many people have faced makes me despair for the chance of reaching anyone who hasn;t.
ā¦ me?
Oh. Nevermind.