To call or not to call; that is the question. I’m trying to decide whether to bother Ray again. I’m finding that I’m actually a bigger pain in the ass when I’m manic then when I’m depressed. Yesterday I called him at his office, then called him in the evening too. That’s getting to be too much I think. So maybe I should give him a break today. On the other hand, he did tell me to keep in touch. Maybe he would rather that I call. I don’t know what to do.
The thing is I cut again last night. Nowhere near as bad as I cut Friday night though. In fact, it’s more of a scratch than a cut. Well, maybe a little more than a scratch. Okay, it somewhere in between a scratch and a cut. I guess it doesn’t really matter how bad it is. The point is that I cut. Whenever I get overwhelmed with anxiety or despair, the first thing I think of is cutting. I listen to what Ray says about using other coping mechanisms, but when my mind is racing and I’m near to panic, I just can’t think of anything else to do.
So, what was so overwhelming last night? I’m not sure since my mind was racing through thoughts. I think it was partially over a test I took online last night for one of my classes – I feel like I bombed it even though I did get a 76 and the class average was 70. I should have done better, but I just couldn’t concentrate. I would read the question and either not understand what it was asking or totally forget what the question said as I was looking up the answer. That’s when I called Ray who said that my score wasn’t too bad considering what I’m going through right now. But I still feel bad.
The other part was probably just waking up feeling an overwhelming panic probably due to a nightmare. I told myself that it was just a dream, that it didn’t have anything to do with my life now, that I should just calm myself down, but none of that was working. Maybe it was because I was so groggy from the sleeping pill. But the sleeping pill is the only way I can get to sleep, so I don’t have the option of not taking it. Or maybe it was because of the racing thoughts – I couldn’t concentrate on what I was supposed to be thinking.
Anyway, it helped. After I cut, I calmed down immediately and was able to get back to sleep. That the insidious nature of cutting. It works for me. But I can’t just keep cutting every time I feel overwhelmed. It makes me feel like a freak and I feel guilty for doing it since I feel like I’m letting Ray down. Yet I keep doing it because the freaky feeling and the guilt are easier to deal with than the panic or despair.
So, do I call Ray? I still don’t know. Right at this moment I’m not feeling that bad. Restless, scattered and a bit anxious, but not overwhelmed. This blog is hard to write since my thoughts jump all over the place and I have to keep deleting stuff that doesn’t make any sense or doesn’t have anything to do with the paragraph I’m writing. When I wrote up a description of my symptoms, it took be most of the day to do it so it made sense and accurately described what I was going through in some organized manner. Dr. Leo said that it showed that I wasn’t disorganized – I should have explained that I sort of am since it’s so hard to write.
Okay, I still haven’t made a decision about calling Ray. And this is turning into another massive blog when I intended to write just a short blurb. I guess part of it is me trying to think with my fingers. It helps me to organize my thoughts to some extent – at least when I go back and re-read it does. So I guess it’s worth it, for me anyway. I think I probably will call Ray – later. Right now, I’m going to find something productive to do since I’m at work. I should at least try to do something that relates to work. My apologies to anyone who tried to read all this. I guess it all comes with being a little manic.
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