As of late I have not been taking my medication, what with one thing and another – mainly though, I’ve run out and hadn’t been to get any more. Seems I really do still need it. I’m lacking in motivation for anything, I’ve become incredibly resentful of everything and everyone, I feel like I’m going to cry at the drop of a hat (although to be honest, that could be more to do with my hormones than anything).
My lack of medication is totally my fault, the only time I can get to the GP to request it is before work and lack of motivation and sheer idleness prevents me from doing so. I’m usually late for work as it is so taking a few more minutes to go and request my medicine is a BIG DEAL at the moment. Well it is for me, anyway.
At some points I feel like I’m living in a bubble and just observing all that goes on around me, including my own life… it’s like I’m watching from outside myself; watching myself weigh in at Slimming World, watching myself out at the pub with friends… I’m going back to feeling like I’m existing and not living and this is not healthy. But it isn’t happening all the time, just occasionally, and I am aware of it as I know what signs to look for and THANKFULLY, I haven’t been suicidal.
Over the past few months, there have been a few quite significant events that have happened within my family and social life and I’m not coping at all well with them. I’ve pushed them all to the back of my mind, tried to hide them; but they keep coming back with a hammer blow to the face and a cheerily fiendish ‘HIYA!’ There are some things I tried to confront but found far too difficult; so I’ve withdrawn. It’s not an ideal thing to do really but I have to do it; I have to put myself first and not be placed into situations where I am going to feel uncomfortable, hurt or upset. But there again, when I have tried facing up to these things and confronted the issues, I just get shouted down or ignored anyway, so the side of me that accepts I can’t make a difference, that just takes it makes herself known and I just take these things head on. Why argue back? It’ll always be a case of who can shout loudest and to be perfectly honest, I’m tired. I’m too jaded to try and fight for myself, to try to get my point across. I’m losing my fire and my fight.I’m aware this is a rambling shambolic mess of a blog post, and I’m not quite sure what point I wanted to make. But does there ever have to be a point of a blog post? Maybe the point of this post is to say ‘Hi, I’m Tara and I still suffer from depression’; or maybe it’s to say ‘Hi, I’m Tara and I lack the motivation to do anything worthwhile’; it could be ‘Hi, I’m Tara and it’s my fucking own stupid fault that my depression is kicking me around’, but I think it’s more likely ‘Hi, I’m Tara. I’m still here, my depression has shown itself again and I’m trying to control it, but please remember, I’m still here, I still have feelings; some of your actions and words can be hurtful. Please don’t dismiss me. I’m still here.’