Eat A Bowl, Haters
I don’t even know where to begin. So I’ll just say what I feel: Eat a bowl, haters
The last few days have been epically bad. First I went on nortriptyline, then I got notice my divorce forms had mistakes, then I went off nortriptyline, then Rudy got mad at me, then I had a neverending panic attack, and then I got brain zaps. And I still can’t feel my hands.
To deal with panic attacks, my primary put me on nortriptyline in addition to the Lexapro. Mom is pretty sure I had a seizure on the nortriptyline, which I’ve taken before. I didn’t anticipate a problem except for being groggy.
It was a problem though—I couldn’t remember how I got into a wheelchair—and I feel like I have regressed, not improved. Logical Me knows that’s not how any of this works and recovery is not a straight line but Reactive Me is worried that this is permanent. That I will never get better.
In the middle of all of that, I got a notice from the divorce people that stuff was wrong with my paperwork, and in trying to fix it I kept creating more problems. So I’m in limbo until I hear back. The last I heard was something like “will mail these to you if all looks good.” That if is doing some seriously heavy lifting.
After 2 weeks of giving nortriptyline a shot, it was clear it wasn’t working so I went off of it. And like going off of all antidepressants it wasn’t a lot of fun. My blood pressure bottomed out to the point I was fainting just trying to sit up. Of course no one believed I was that sensitive to that little dosage, so I had to overexplain myself and not say “fuck you” to everybody who was worried. The restraint nobody knows I’m spending energy on y’all.
Then the other night Rudy got mad at me. He said “f [my] attention” which he explained away, but it’s just not sitting right with me. I have a standing agreement with myself not to make any regretful life decisions on weed or suffering withdrawal from antidepressants, so I’m biting my tongue.
But it feels razor sharp in my mouth right now. If there’s one thing I can still cling to, it’s my impulse control. I think that comes free with every anxiety disorder. That whole fawning to save my life thing.
Speaking of anxiety, all of this chaos has given me one rolling panic attack. As soon as one clears, it feels like another is on its way. It’s disheartening because I was actually doing quite well…
I’m sorry, I must interrupt. My blood pressure is still really low, but I pooped! This calls for a celebration! Please happy dance in place.
The Brain Zaps were intense and numerous yesterday. They have been weaker and fewer so far this morning. I’d like for them to have not happened, but it’s not for nothin’ I’ve been called hypersensitive to drugs.
And last but not least, my hands. I can’t feel a damn thing with them right now. So it’s super hard to use my phone and eat. Trying not to get trapped by anxious and depressed thoughts with all of this going on?
Eat a bowl, haters.