hmmmm.
grrrr.
Morning.
My experiment is over. I appreciate the antidepressant aspects of bac. I don't like the diatribe going on in my mind. Something to the affect of, "I can't believe I never finished that project I started for Mom's 60th birthday celebration." She's 65. I spent 6 months coordinating her birthday party. It was stunning. It was flawless. This morning I almost wept because I never finished a tiny little piece of it. I threw that shit out.
Yes, of course experiencing sobriety for the first time in many, many years is bound to be fraught with highs and lows. Daily situations can be confusing now that the haze is lifted.
But this is not that. Even as my job comes to an end, a job... I can't even begin to tell you how painful this is... When I'm normal, meaning with enough bac in my bloodstream, I can handle those emotions. They're still there. I'm not, what's the word? I dunno. I'm not numb to them. I am not compartmentalizing them. Whatever. I can't explain.
It is not lost on me how many people start taking ADs when they taper down on bac. (A LOT.) And how many just seem miserable. Thanks, but not for me. Any more than a relapse is...
grrrr.
Same old shit and same people spewing the same vitriol here in the meds threads. This morning my part in it feels HUGE. I feel as though I created it. I know that's because I'm approaching depression with open arms. I want no part of it. Any of it.
One of the ways it affects me is that I feel as though I have to watch every word I write. I have to go back over everything I've said and temper it. Because GOD FORBID someone take it the wrong way, or it be misconstrued or, more recently, used against me.
Fuck that, too.
The last time I felt this way I deleted the only thing that made my contributions here worthwhile, which is to say a day by day record of what it was like, for me. I dunno if you thought so, but I thought it was worth something. I suck. This sucks.
Missy, if campral isn't working try bac. (Yep, I said it. Finally got the cajones to suggest what you've been waiting for so you can call me a drug pusher and remind me that MY way out isn't the only way out. Whatever.) If campral is working, why are you still attacking the people taking bac and fishing for all of the reasons it doesn't work? It works if you can take it. Period. Weigh the risk/reward and make a decision and find a place where you can be comfortable with your decision. Bac might help with that too.
Ed update:
We had another incredibly lovely day. Lovebirds. Sweet romance. Thoughtfulness. Dinner, conversation, scrabble. The sex? omg.
He is still drinking to get drunk, but it wasn't onerous. I didn't want any.
He's got few SEs. He sort of likes feeling a little stoned. :H I can tell that his coordination is a little impaired. He loses his train of thought a bit.
He's sleeping like a baby and not gnashing his teeth. But he's snoring to wake the dead. Or at least the dog. Oh, and a couple of times I heard him have to catch his breath. The familiar *bac-gasp*. I don't know if he realizes it. (I am obviously not sleeping very soundly again. )
Funny conversation yesterday: Swayed a bit by some recent posts about quick dosing, I suggested he speed things up. (As if 20mg every 3 days isn't speedy enough!) We agreed he should dose up to 200 (from 120) this week. omg. What a dumbass move that would be for us.
I would bet that the crash-and-burn-risk from aggressive dosing is greater than just plodding along and letting the bac do it's work. We are so close to fulfillment of dreams and success that I can't even believe we'd jeopardize it. At the very least, he might pull a bleep and lift up the bed looking for aliens or something. He's my rock. That would be rather devastating for both of us.
Hope there's a bit of serenity out there in the other threads for you.
Peace out.
Ne
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