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brain_shivers
14 April 2009 @ 09:51 am



I feel I should update also on my overal physical state. It has been a few years and still I suffer from inadequate memory and partial speech handicap where I search for the words to say but none will come to me or where I cannot seem to express myself as eloquently as I did before using the drugs. I cannot deny that Effexor XR was the main culprit in the shutting down of my communication pathways. I'd never felt more dumbed down in my life.

My keyboarding/typing skills are back to normal.

Interestingly enough, there are still occasions when I will feel a brain spasm and experience restless leg syndrome. These moments are few and far inbetween but suffice to say they're ocurring. After 5 years of straight abuse of my brain I am not surprised that permanent damage has been done.

Ever since I stopped using, I have been ultra sensitive to everything around me. From scent to light to colors to textures and especially emotional people. Whenever I witness someone on tv or the street having a super emotional moment, I start to tear up and I well with emotion. It's bizarre because I didn't feel this extent of emotion even before I took the drugs.

I still have the many physical pains and ailments that I always had, including migraines and fibromyalgic symptoms. I do not recall a time when I haven't. My body weight is acceptable though I would like to lose about 10 pounds for personal preference.

I am also very explosive and have a hard time controlling my anger. At any given moment, I feel like I'm on the edge enough to do some major damage to someone who pisses me off, an edge I've never felt before.

Things that help me control and stabilize: my birds, my husband, my current life, my true friends, loscil, caribbean shrimp salad, sunshine, warm weather, good skin days, stability, going out to a nice dinner with my love, the scent of mango, peace and quiet, knowing I'm loved, cleaning, looking forward to the future, understanding my self-worth, using colors to brighten my life, helping other birds, helping others with birds, giving advice, being sought out for advice.


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brain_shivers


A year ago I experienced the worst, most horrible event I've ever known. A death in my immediate family nearly ended my own life, as losing her was like losing half my soul.

Because this time around I had the correct support system and knew I was not alone in my debilitating grief, I was able to survive it and come through it without the use of any psychiatric drugs.

To this date, the last time I touched Effexor XR remains the very last and having survived what I have so far without touching it again gives me just a little bit of self-satisfaction.

Nothing can change how much I miss her, how empty I feel without her, how the overcoming of that experience is nearly impossible to put into words. The truth in the process of grief is that it doesn't have to take a predetermined amount of time simply because society might indicate this as such. Grief doesn't have to be controlled or repressed in a shrink-indicated timeframe. I am still grieving her passing every single day but because I have someone close to me that understands what she meant (and still means) to me I am able to process my deep grief without feeling like I need to "be over it by now" or feeling pressured to hide it because I fear it might be "inconveniencing" someone else. No one should ever be pressured into hiding their grief or made to feel incompetent or crazy because their process is not as quick as someone would like; as someone's schedule allows.

The death of someone I considered my child remains with me every single day and nothing makes it easier but because I have surrounded myself with the appropriate support system and know that I am loved, my life continues on and I am living without the aid of toxic pharmacology and brain altering medication.


 
 
brain_shivers
06 August 2008 @ 03:08 pm

It has been over a year since I last took Effexor XR.
To this day, I still get the occasional brain spasm and restless foot syndrome.

In late June, I lost my job due to outsourcing and got another job with a medical equipment sales company. I thought that I would enjoy this job but it became a nightmare and after a violent encounter with the office supervisor there, I had to quit because I refused to work in a threatening environment. Things spiraled downhill for me from there. Everything about my decisions in that timeframe was a mistake. I was actually considering returning into a previously dissolved relationship and took on a job I knew I'd hate just to be decently located when it came time to possibly move. The fallout with the job was a blessing. The consideration of returning to the relationship was annihilated. I was without income and had quite the high rent to pay. I was facing some incredibly ALONE time and I was feeling completely defeated by everything I had tried.

I then decided to take bartending courses because it is something I had always wanted to do but never had the position or guts to try. I got encouragement even from my parents and took the three-week course, graduated and became a certified bartender. I got my first job the day I graduated.

I also had to move. I could not afford to pay rent and I had bills that were overwhelming.

Currently, I am taking a few weeks off because I was hired on as a head bartender at a place that's being built. It should be done in a few weeks. The waiting is making me crazy because I am not working much at the other place anymore. But I am in a good position to be able to spend some time alone and off because where I'm currently at, I don't have to pay rent. Soon, I'll be bartending full-time at a pub 15 minutes from my house and I can just sense the happy times I'll have there.

I am nervous, yes, because I don't want to fail again. Times are a bit tense right now and I've been extremely lonesome (despite several suitors attempting to get -and keep- my attention) but the important aspect here is that I haven't resorted to taking anti-depression medication. I feel tense and aloof because I am not working and being productive like I normally would but that will soon change.

I need to take this time to do some Soul searching and reconstruct my own behavior patterns. Since I moved, I've reacknowledged my sexuality (something that was previously stripped from me), lost the 10 pounds I'd put on during my past depression stint and gone out to several places to socialize and meet new people.
 
 
brain_shivers
21 May 2007 @ 11:00 am
I am being incredibly impatient and gritting my teeth.
This is the onset of an anxiety attack.

I feel isolated and alone.

I just started crying.


Lovely. Just fucking lovely.


 
 
brain_shivers
20 May 2007 @ 07:48 pm

my skin is visibly improving.
my emotional well-being is quickly deteriorating.
i am feeling depressed.
i am so incredibly lonely.

i kind of wonder if these emotional turbulences are brought on by certain foods i intake. sure, there are factors occuring in my life right now that are contributing greatly to my feelings of depression (aka, loss of job, financial choke hold, loneliness) but i wonder if there is something i am doing physically that inhibits good emotional standpoint.

there are several questions running through my mind right now that have to do with love and being loved. aka, am i loved and do you love me? these are perpetuated by the feeling of loneliness. here is the kicker, i spent the entire day with my mother, walking, shopping, helping a mother goose and her six goslings cross the road, driving, eating, feeling very full. i wasn't alone at all. but i am still so lonely... because i really want to be near only one particular person who happens to be quite far away and whose recent conversations toward me have opened up floods of emotion.

i know i am feeling depressed because i am lonely for one person's presence. i know this and there is nothing i can do about it. calling this person won't solve anything and i am very scared that it will make me seem needy and clingy - something i am not by any means, i just don't want it to seem that way. no amount of going anywhere and being social with anyone is going to heal or alleviate this feeling so there's really nothing i can do about it but suffer through it.

8:00pm central on may 20, 2007. i feel depressed.




i happened to have my camera.


whatever it takes.




 
 
brain_shivers
14 May 2007 @ 09:25 pm


That article I posted two entries back smacked me right dab in the middle of the, "oh yeah," zone in my brain and while I sat there reading it my head kept bobbing along in agreement with just about everything the man wrote (except for the erectile dysfunction part but that's not to say that cases of diminished libido did not affect me), yet one part of it stood out more than any other which halted my nodding head and propelled me to swallow harshly in realization. It was the part about crying. How suddenly he found himself crying at every bit of sensitive thing he came across. From random words that were spoken to vivid memories his mind decided to spew forth at him. I, too, have resembled this welling spring of emotion every time I encounter a sensitive topic. It doesn't have to be anything I relate to either. People talking on the radio about their lost sons or a story I read on the internet about animals being saved from harm. I cry at the radio a lot because it's one of the only times I'm alone to listen to other people talking that don't have anything to do with work or me actually being forced to pay attention. The tears well up so fast. Even old, tired song lyrics do it for me. I feel deeply, painfully, raw-ly. There is a door inside me that is open wide and it's labeled "Emotions". From within, white light resonates. It's crazy. I don't know if I like it or what but I don't really ever remember being *this* sensitive, *this* emotional. I even almost started crying when I told my boss about Tori, my bird, and how she pulls her feathers. Yeah, it's a very sensitive topic, but for god's sake, I should be able to talk about it without becoming a total basket case. ...maybe not. Regardless, I cry like an abandoned little baby at nearly every turn. Well, maybe that's just a touch of an exaggeration, but just a *touch*. I have so much pain inside that is always constant and it continually pours out of me through my suddenly-there tears. Perhaps I'm just processing, slowly getting through the fields of grey, hacking through with my machete, attempting to conquer life at every step.

It's so interesting how children are fed stories like "Cinderella" from before they can even talk. I don't know about you, but I've not once in my life had a fairy godmother materialize out of nowhere and suddenly fix everything for me. I don't really know what that has to do with the above point I'm trying to make but it was something I was thinking about as I was cooking dinner tonight. How can people feed children this crap and still expect them to grow up into well-adjusted, sensible individuals? If all I learned from my fairy tales was that all I have to do was fuck up enough so that my fairy godmother can come down and fix everything for me, I think I'd be well on my way to "fairyland" by now.


 
 
brain_shivers
10 May 2007 @ 11:11 am

Since last Thursday I've had an incredibly heavy and painful period. I can only guess that this is because I have not really had my period in about 2.5 months. It's been terrible. I can only remember two other times when I've had an equally debilitating period and that's when I had re-continued using Effexor XR. The pain was so bad that I spent last weekend in bed, barely coherent and have barely survived this workweek. Also, my back pain returned two days ago, however it is now subsiding. I am hoping that this will be better next time around as Yaz works its little magic in my system. The past week has been so painful that I am surprised I even have the strength to continue working and wearing high heels.

And, of course, I went through it all alone. (What else is new?)



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brain_shivers
06 May 2007 @ 11:03 am

Thank you, Heidi, for sending me this article.

May 6, 2007

The New Middle Ages
Self-Nonmedication
By BRUCE STUTZ
Seven years ago, not long after my father died, with my editing job lost, my finances frail, my 26-year marriage failing, a child in college and a mortgage to pay, my brain seemed to lose its way. Sometimes it could barely think at all. Sometimes it tortured a single thought for hours. And sometimes, in desperation and without aim, it released a barrage of anger upon itself.

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brain_shivers
30 April 2007 @ 12:35 pm

As I mentioned, I have health insurance now. I am on a hormonal pill called Yaz and my doctor stated it is the first pill approved by FDA for the relief of chronic pain as well as hormonal regulation. She indicated to me that a great deal of the skin issues I've been having are as a result of a hormonal imbalance and that this new pill will greatly help with that. I am already seeing changes in the positive in my skin and lack of overall pain that has so often affected my general well-being. It has also mildly aided with my horrendous sleeping patterns. Because I have only been on it for about three weeks, I cannot completely assess its effects so I'll update in a while.




Yaz

Yaz 28 Oral

Pharmacodynamics


 
 
brain_shivers
30 April 2007 @ 12:28 pm

for the past several days i have been feeling incredibly lonely. in order to try nipping this feeling in the bud, i have reached out to some friends and even family and have increased my social interaction. unfortunately, this is only effective while people are present and immediately returns after we part ways. i know now that i cannot spend the rest of my life living alone. i desperately yearn to share my living space with a human companion because i know exactly what it feels like to be aware of coming home to my love or anticipating his arrival. the knowledge that i am not alone in my house (speaking of human presence here) is so amazingly comforting and secure. the ability to speak on a whim and have my words be heard as well as listen to words being spoken while looking into the eyes of my companion, while hold him in my arms, while playfully interacting with him, is not at all overrated. in my experience, loneliness has been a giant influence on my depression and, quite frankly, there is only so much a person can do to avoid being lonely. eventually, friends run out of time, family has work and chores to attend to and coffee houses close for the night. having space all to myself is very nice indeed, but after having experienced both ways of living i have to admit that i prefer cohabiting with my love.

this, of course, supports my belief that one of the core needs of humanity is to find another individual with whom to spend our lives. the need for companionship and soul-level security is ancient and appears not only in humans but nature as well. i am feeling this need intensely as of late and it's been hard not to allow it to perpetuate into feelings of hoplessness and self-deprication. subsequently, i do not support the belief that so many people hold which states that another individual cannot make me feel a certain way or that i am the only one responsible for my feelings and reactions. i firmly believe that people make each other feel many different emotions and influence reactions. believing otherwise further isolates people from uniting with humanity and the emotions that make up precious energy which interacts within and throughout each and every one of us. the "independent and don't need anyone" bit is old, worn and screams past pain and defiance. it is necessary to a point, however it is not the all-complete way of being. independence is hugely important - as is the interaction and support of ones that love us.

this summer will be especially difficult for me considering it will not be spent living together with someone i love. and being the mainly pessimistic thinker that i am in regards to my love life, that's bound to bring forth feelings of depression and anxiety which i will have to work extra hard at controlling and keeping at bay.


 
 
 
 

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