this is a babble really but it must be written, even if it only sits in drafts and never gets posted.
I feel alone. I feel like my friends don’t understand, but it’s mainly because I don’t share with them the hell I have been living in since September. When I do bring something up I either get an overly optimistic pep talk or it kinda gets brushed aside. I start to tell Walker and he gets so upset he nearly cries and then he says he’s been upset and he blames himself for almost everything. So I stop sharing because I don’t want him to feel bad and blame himself for anything. and then I’m there again. alone. in my head with these thoughts. feeling alone, misunderstood, empty, angry, sad, stressed & broken. it’s a horrible feeling. like a bottomless pit. I’ve been in pits before, I’ve worked long and hard to pull myself out. Sometimes nearly giving up but fighting on. I finally have my life where I need and want it for the most part. but still here I am in the pit alone. again. I go to sleep thinking what if my body stays uncooperative? What if we never get the timing right? What if we do? will I be a basket case until I reach 12 weeks? I never worried with Anders beyond the Dr telling me a few times that the drinking I did within the first 2 weeks of his life were fine and won’t affect him. I never worried about loss never, it was so easy because I never had lost. Now I border between being obsessed with getting pregnant and wanting it so badly to wondering how bad it will be the first few weeks and how much worse I’ll get if I suffer another loss. I feel like I’m crazy sometimes. crazy and alone is definitely not a good mix for a bipolar, especially one who’s been off her meds for almost 3 years. BUT if I take them again I can not get pregnant in fact I have to go on birth control. catch 22? double edged sword? there is only one thing that will make all of this go away. and it seems to be that thing just out of my reach right now. lucky me.
this just in: (about 7 hours after I started the top part)
I’m thinking about going back on my crazy pills. (lamictal, the only thing that worked for me in the past)
after really talking to a couple people here I realized I’m still a mental basket case since Sept and it isn’t getting better. I’m just pushing it down and trying to band aid it by obsessing about getting pregnant again. meanwhile I’m ruining and damaging relationships a little with people I do have and I do love and I can hold all in pursuit of this imaginary baby that may or may never even exist for me.
so I’m calling my Dr. gonna have a few sessions, wait to see if I am pregnant (wouldn’t it be my luck as I decide to help myself out of this hole) if I’m not, back on the meds I’ll go for like 6 months to a year maybe longer.
some days I think I’m ok and I lie to myself and every one else and say I am. some days, like today nothing feels right or happy or not forced. I can’t make anyone else happy or take care of anyone else if I’m miserable and not taking care of myself…
I have to be weaned onto it 5mg at a time and it won’t work all it’s magic until it’s been in my system for at least 4 to 6 weeks, I forget if I was on 25mg or 50mg now. It’s been 2 or 3 years. I can not conceive while on it, and have to be off it for a few months before I try so it isn’t in my system anymore…so unless I’m pregnant right now I won’t be for quite some time. and if I feel better, happier, less crazy,less sad and down will I even want one anymore? only time will tell.
I hate bipolar.