One Hurdle at a Time

Actor Crush of the Day: Pierce Brosnan . . . YUMMMMM . . .

Sounds like he's made of chocolate, lol.

Hrm, that might not be so bad. Teehee!

This last week has been about trying to just get past each nerve-wracking thing after another.

I was SO freaked about Emily's birthday, this last week. If I have energy/motivation/focus, I'll post about a very nice accomplishment/victory I had in that arena that I've tried to approach the last couple years and kept failing at due to fear, among other stuff about it.

One. Hurdle. At. A. Time. Mind if I brainstorm a little, and lay it out, here? Any paper I chose to write on would get lost in the almost no carpet visible mess that is my living room and bedroom, currently.

1. Figure out how to get Effexor XR this week, by calling docs' offices for samples. My bishop is out of town almost all week, so I won't be able to access it that way. I should be able to get enough samples until I have the money for the $72.00 co-pay.

2. Straighten up the living room in short, 5 minute spurts throughout the day, spontaneously as I think about it. No guilt, no pressure. Well, with my new visiting teacher, the First Counselor in the bishopbric's wife, coming at 4:00pm, there is a little bit of pressure, but there's also alot of time.

3. DD has the day off school; rubber stamp with her as I've been promising to do (she rec'd a couple of Cinderalla stamps and papers in a kit, for her birthday), and make pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, again as I've been promising to do with her. Added benefit of the YUMMY cookies, besides knowing that I'm doing what Emily says is her favorite thing: baking cookies with ME. Guilt tho of almost never doing it (shuddup guilt, I'm firing you for the day.)

4. Relax and surf and participate in the rubber stamping and/or beading forums I like to online. Especially since I recently posted some rubber stamped cards on one forum, and have been and possibly will receive more kind comments; this motivates me to create more, and is a nice boost to the self-esteem. Is that pathetic, to do it for kind comments? It gets me DOING, and CREATING, and involved in one of my hobbies that I'm only just getting back into after not being able to function or want to hobby for years in a row, on that. Ok, self-critical voice, shuddup too. You're FIRED. For the day, anyway. no guilt, no self-critical. If it gets me creating, it's all good (well, as long as it doesn't hurt anybody).

5. Make sure I EAT something during the day instead of nothing all day.

6. Do SOME thinking about the hearing Tuesday morning, and the last ten years of my life and my faults, flaws, dysfunctions, and incapacities. This seems . . . terrible, and counter-productive towards managing my instabilities; ie, it seems completely focused on tearing myself down. But . . . it's what is needed for the hearing. People tend to overstate their capacity/capacities . . . I find myself saying, well, but I DO do this . . . but really, i am discovering, it's not that much; it is so hard and painful to strip away the defenses that have kept and keep me from seeing how . . . dysfunctional I am, how . . . unfunctional and . . . everything. I need to strip away most of the masking defenses and SEE my apathy, and, well, my patheticness . . .

Obviously I'll be turning to my husband, but he'll be at work from 9 to 5, and probably take awhile to get home. I am facing the worst thing I can think of right now that doesn't involve injury or death to people. I am so so so scared. Please be patient with me as I go on and on and seem so self-centered in what I talk about . . . I am AFRAID to dig into this stuff so rawly, intensely, so MUCH of it all at once, really (therapy and what I do during the week can be taken in smaller bits). Please leave me multiple messages throughout the day and week, if you like, or whatever. I am . . . I am going to face this, I am . . . I just . . . this is so hard, and tears are filling my eyes and rolling hotly down my cheeks as I type right now. so hard . . . . I know, I'm going on and on.

Let's see . . . another good thing would be to get outside for at least 10-15 minutes, into the sunshine tomorrow. I neglect that so much, but it does wonders for me.

Pray, A LOT! But I do that already, but it's good.

iamsoscared

As Paul Harvey says . . .

. . . and now, for the rest of the story.

So. My iatrist doesn't think I'm bipolar.

This caused HUGE problems, and he knew so, and apologized for putting me in such a difficult positon.

That position being, I have two mental health professionals that I trust; when they disagree so fundamentally, it creates an internal crisis . . . .

Thing is, it turns out my iatrist DOES think I'm bipolar, he just didn't want me to think so.

From things he's said, I gather that he thought I'd use it as an excuse, or not do the work I need to in therapy and just kind of "rest" on that label of bipolar . . .

Well, he doesn't know me very well. I've worked my butt off (I wish, literally, it'd be nice to have a skinnier butt . . .) in therapy!

As far as the dilemma, I soul-searched and scoured and examined things from every angle, and in addition to the fact that I'd spent many, many, MANY more hours with my ologist, and that I also had a deeper relationship with said ologist; in addition to those things, the facts just support the diagnosis of bipolar.

I'm afraid some of you will be saying, "See? She wants that label, to excuse stuff . . . "

It's an explanation, for me. I'd rather not have things be a mystery, because one can work with the known; in fact, it gives me hope that this is something that CAN be worked with, since mental health people have been doing so for years, as well as other bipolar patients.

Anyway, I find out from the lawyer, when I reluctantly mention that my iatrist doesn't think I'm bipolar, he says, "What!?!! Let me find it in my notes . . . . Yes, he says 'bipolar' in several places . . ."

As recently as my last appointment with him in July, is written the diagnosis of bipolar.

There is some consternation on my part, but surprisingly, I understand that he was doing what he thought was best for his patient, in this case, me. I disagree with his choice, here, but I respect that he was operating in my best interests according to his opinion and judgement.

See, I really connect with that because of some things we discussed at our last appointment, regarding other matters on which we had disagreed. I really appreciated then, as I do now, that, though I disagreed with the course he took, he was working from concern for my well-being and judged what he thought was the action to take.

I still disagree with a variety of things, including his decision to mislead and even lie to me about my bipolar diagnosis; I also venture to say that perhaps I'm so calm and collected upon learning about this, because there may be some hidden feelings such as anger and other somewhere inside that haven't come out yet; I do feel and have felt, though, the care he takes and concern he has for me, as his patient, and for acting in his patients' best interests.

I do not know what any professional organizations he belongs to have to say on such matters as this, but I suspect there is leeway given the huge variety of mental and emotional states of being, and combinations thereof, for patients of practitioners such as he.

Also, he's a D.O., which means he has a different view of things than most. I'll defintely NOT go for a D.O. again, lol.

I am feeling . . . a bit perturbed, though, and unsettled and even shocked and surprised to learn this, although I also feel everything else I wrote above regarding this matter as well.

When Psychiatrists Lie . . . .

. . . and my surprising thoughts on the matter, along with this week's experience.

Going to leave you hanging on this one for a bit! Aren't I a tease?

Judge's Office Has My Back on DBH records

Yippee! Just got done talking w/the paralegal at my lawyer's office; the judge's office has directly requested the records by fax today, saying that they've requested 'em before and that DBH has been uncooperative.

So, on Tuesday, the day the company that DBH subcontracts with to deal w/records and stuff, we'll see. Apparently, this has generally been enough to smack DBH into gear, and get the records sent fax or Express mail, when it's down to the wire.

On the occasions when it's not enough, a senior person at the particular Judge's office is, apparently, like a guard dog when it comes to this stuff, and will call DBH and say HEY, I will subpoena you and have it there by the end of the day. The threat of that is sufficient if and when the request they got sent today doesn't work.

The Judge's office knows how notorious DBH is for being a PITA on records.

SOOOOoooo they have alot of experience pulling this particular giant's teeth. YAY!

I feel ill, and dizzy, and floaty, and loopy . . .

I'm trying not to get worked up about the lawyer tomorrow.

As I've learned from Stephen, of Ethesis, some lawyers don't bite (and mine seems to be nice but it's been a year and a half since I met with him).

But the thing is, my subconscious doesn't seem to be listening.

Nausea, a rolling/moving/vertiginous (is that the right word?) sensation, I've had a floaty/out of it kinda pleasant sensation going too.

Oh yeah, several nightmares early this am, and then this afternoon, where I talk and shout every couple of minutes (it kept my hubby up.) Accompanied by a pleasant floaty/out of it/kind of what I imagine being a little high or buzzed might feel like, not that I've ever really wondered.

Course, the fact that I took my meds late today may be the culprit. I hope that's all, altho I take my meds late from time to time when I forget them, and I don't have all this going on.

I guess we'll SEE what we shall see.

Smallville was good, but I REALLY think what they had Lana doing was way out of character for her. Is she going to subsume who she is to be with Lex? Cause the thought of doing anything like she did tonight, for Clark, when she was with him, would've had her all riled at him about smothering her and her identity, even if he had no clue what she felt she needed to do for him . . . .

That hyper-criticalness of Clark, when she wouldn't be of anyone else, is the main thing that drives me nuts about her. I'm rooting for him and Chloe; Jimmy is just a make-out pal.

Although I suspect, as part of the "character-forming of the eventual Superman" aspect of this series, that Chloe is going to have to DIE to protect his secret. And that she will have to make a choice, knowing that death will be the result of her protecting Clark. Anyway, that's my suspicion. Still, I hope they can find some happiness together before that, but I suspect the writers will never let that happen . . . cause the drama of her dying to protect him means alot more 1f she's doing it for a friend, and not a lover. I mean, it's almost taken for granted that one would go to that length for your romantic partner, but somewhat less so for friends.

Anyway. Geez, I sure rambled from my original point, lol.

DAVIS BEHAVIORAL HEALTH!!!

Stupid hosers. Not only did I decide a year ago that their crisis/suicide line was pointless, ie, that I would not and could not call it anymore in case of a crisis/suicide situation on my part, after several calls over the course of two months, but this whole records situation . . . . talk about a bunch of franticness today!

The reason I waited 6-8 weeks after submitting the request in August is because it was going to take some time for them to get em to me.

AND, SSA has REQUESTED THEM DIRECTLY, and DBH has not released them. The lady there, Maggie, told me that they don't not release to SSA, but I said HEY, we've got a letter from them, listing the exhibits, that says they requested them from you and didn't get any, that we are faxing to you, Maggie at DBH, today.

My husband is going to be late for work, because he faxed, 10 mins ago now, the release form that they should have gotten with all previous requests for records. Frantic searching through all sorts of boxes and papers to FIND that. I made sure it'll work for today's date.

See, the paralegal called an hour ago, and said that my lawer really thinks we need those records; it's critical to proving the time frame of the problem, that things were happening then. My last date of work is January 1997; these records are from January to April of 1996 . . . My suicide attempt falls within that, although SSA already has the hospital records from that suicide attempt. My work was very spotty that year, as I could not retain a job. No matter how hard I tried, and I couldn't even try sometimes, many months in a row, because I kept failing and it made me want to kill myself.

When you throw EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT at trying to hold a job, and you keep failing . . . . . it leaves a person in that state with nothing but the desperate option.

Anyway, so sporadic, short term work over that year, and the one I had from Dec 96 to first week of Jan 97 was the last one I had. Before that, I had an October to November job, and before that no job for awhile; before that, in the early spring, I had another temp job of two months (that should have gone longer but I quit going, again, because I couldn't force myself anymore) . . . .

See? Again, what kind of person can't hold a job . . . .

CRAP!! This whole damn hearing business is bringing me back to a scary, scary, SCARY place.

Joy of joys, my ologist has a seminar next Tuesday, so my next appt. with him actually isn't until Friday the 27th.

I'm going to need you guys, and I'm going to be venting alot. HUGE amount of stress and crap, and going back into all this stuff, dredging it up; yes, the application process dredged it up, but it's been a year and a half since the last papers were filed; I've been able to bury it again. I've buried it since the suicide attempt, because to go back there is to go to a really bad place.

THIS is horrid. Yeah, I know there's much else going on in the world, but for now this is what my world has become because I don't know how I'm going to get through it; I really don't.

I really don't want to go there; I have to, though. Guess what? Three hour lawyer appointment tomorrow . . . I might be a mess afterwards.

We'll see. Begging for money from the government. On the other hand, it's disability insurance that I paid into. On the other hand, the bad stuff inside is wanting to drag me down and say it's begging for money . . . .

Where is my hope for treatment, if this fails?

Of course, I had a prayer last night, about the issue of DBH records. And then I get this call today. So SOMEHOW, it's going to work out; the Lord knows I need those records.

They will only FAX them to the ALR (the particular one who is the judge in my case) if the file is 10-15 pages, otherwise it's mail it. That's next Tuesday. I said hey, express mail. And begged, in the voice mail, and cried, and said this is my only hope for that my husband doesn't have to be my caretaker the rest of my life. That's not fair to him. Earlier today I asked if I could drive up there and PAY anyone to FAX them, even extra pages. Nope, they said. I said, all we need is clinic notes, not the stuff she writes during counseling about what I say. They said, that's the whole file, we're sending it with that and stuff.

DANG IT. If they'd just send only what we need, it could be faxed FOR SURE.

I know I'm swearing alot here, but this word applies: DumbAsses.

I got a real sick feeling in the pit of my stomach when I heard how much the lawyer thinks we need these records; I feel sick now, still. I asked if we had a chance without them, and she said, "a chance . . ." but that we really need these to prove the time frame and stuff.

Basically, it's probably a snowball's chance in heck. We do have stuff about the depression from that time frame in my family doc's records . . . though. And the suicide thing. But I guess a mental health person kinda is like gold.

I'd have to say THESE mental health people are more like lead. Where's a philosopher's stone when you need one? These mental health people are making me need professional help . . . .

If I didn't already, which I did and do, but you know what I mean!

I am SICK inside; just SICK. I do have faith in the Lord, though. I do. I just don't know what more parts of this DBH mess I'm going to have to cajole, grovel, beg, search, whatever . . . . I will do whatever is required, as I know that's my part of things, what the Lord wants me to do. Course, I don't know what more I CAN do, and it may be that it is now completely in the Lord's hands . . . .

I am trying to get rid of the sick feeling by prayer and faith, but I know things are kind of up in the air, and I can't help worrying about how it's going to turn out, especially since I don't know if there will be or is more action on my part, in this. And the criticalness of these records, which I've been trying not to think about, has been brought fully to my attention and is making me sick.

Maybe I'll call my home teachers tonight for a blessing. Cause . . . I don't want to spend the weekend sobbing all day every day. I've asked/begged for Maggie at DBH to call me Tuesday after all this stuff has happened, because I need to know when it's done, and what's been done. I'm not sure she's going to, though.

Anyway.

Like Pulling Teeth - A Giant's Teeth

Oh, geez, I've only been trying for what, three years, to get my records out of Davis Behavioral Health?

Nothing like County Government to make things move slower n' molasses at the North Pole.

I JUST missed the lady; she left for the day! So instead of potentially getting my records next Friday, if she had requested them today, they won't even be requested until next Friday, (the day I meet w/the lawyer) and won't have them until the Friday after, which is TOO FRICKIN LATE!

I filled out some forms mid-August to avoid all this last minute rigmarole . . .

Thing is, we have until five days before the hearing to get new information in, although the thick sheaf of papers I just rec'd in the mail says we can bring new info, or info that we weren't able to submit on time, to the hearing . . .

Bureacracy. UGH.

I was going to get this taken care of, and then be able to rest easy (well, as easy as can be given all my other anxieties about the hearing) until the hearing.

Nope. I knew I shoulda called at 1 today, when I thought of it, but I was tired and depressed and went to bed.

Now I'm going to worry horribly that this is going to screw the whole case up. See, I believe that if I did what I could to get these records, then the rest of the process would be in the Lord's hands. And SO, I'm jinxed (magical thinking, I know, but I still believe it) because of this; things will go badly because of this; that's my HUGE, IRRATIONAL fear. Actually, I did everything I could. I mean, my depression IS an illness, and I push myself within it but part of the problems I have in my depression is not having enough inside to do things. I did do this, on several occasions. Maybe if I'm lucky they are sitting on someone's desk.

Do you all think I failed, here? Or is it justifiable that my depression makes it so it takes awhile for me to work up to doing stuff, and it often is at the end of a day before I work up the nerve to call somewhere?

Shot my own self in the foot, I guess. Just call me Hop A Long.

And another doc bites the dust . . .

Well guess what boys n' gals?

My psychiatrist is closing his private practice.

Just when we had finally wrangled out a good working relationship, too!

I am SO glad that I stuck with it, and him, and didn't give up on him as my psychiatrist. I learned alot about myself, although I'm also left in alot of confusion because I don't know that his perspective on my trying to follow through on making sure he gave me the medical records, is the right one.

I'm also wondering if I'll feel depressed and abandoned the closer the "end" comes. He's continuing to provide care until December 1. I happen to have a November appointment with him.

Great time of year to try to find a new psychiatrist . . . aren't the holidays a busier time for these folks, what with SAD, and holiday depression and stuff?

I'm not sure about using one my ologist recommends; I asked him about it this summer, when I was considering my options. He has a couple he refers people to, but patients who've had Dr. Brinley, and then gone to these two, said they liked Dr. Brinley better (and these are patients who left Dr. Brinley because of not getting along with him, I think.)

Do psychiatrists, in general, TEND to average more arrogant than other people? If so, is it just a natural part of the confidence one needs to effectively treat people, and stuff?

So I'm rather nervous about the whole prospect of finding a good iatrist. I'm not gonna go for a D.O., though, because I think some of our problems stemmed from coming from different theoretical backgrounds/approaches to mental illness, at least my mental illnesses.

What kind of Psychiatrist Finder options are out there, anyway? Online networks or other . . . I know there's pay services to look up all the info you want on a doc, but that's not what I'm talking about.

I know I don't like the lady psychiatrist who filled in for him last summer, but she works up in Logan most of the time anyway.

I have read many a site listing questions to ask prospective iatrists, and after my experiences with mine, I have a few of my own to throw in the mix. But still, that doesn't give me a place to start, and after that, it still doesn't help much until I'm actually in front of one to ask them the questions.

Here's a bit from the letter I rec'd today about WHY he's closing his practice.

1. Numerous patients ('new' and 'old') do not keep their appointments. I have a specific time reserved and allotted for each patient.
2. Many patients have not kept their financial commitments.
3. All Insurance Companies have dramatically diminished their fees. Thus, I cannot cover the rising cost of doing business.
4. All Insurance Companies have radically limited my ability to provide quality psychiatric care (i.e.: they dictate which medications will and will not be covered; they limit which illnesses they recognize [thus no payment is permitted although services have been provided]; they significantly limit the number of visits per year for all patients regardless of need; there is an excessive amount of phone calls and paperwork required to provide care for "their" clients; etc.).

I wondered what was up when, a few months ago, I learned he had gotten a job half-days at a hospital. Then, recently, he was gone for awhile down to St. George, subbing as they had a real shortage of psychiatrists, I guess, at a hospital there. He's not moving there, though.

So, I'm guessing he'll be doing hospital work full-time now.

I also suspect his suspension last year soured him on people and things. Perhaps he feels vulnerable to more of the same, but you have patients no matter where you are practicing, and in whatever setting.

So, change. Scary. BIG change.

Or, I could just skip the psychiatrist thing entirely, and follow one of his several ideas at the beginning of the letter, which is to have meds managed by my primary care physician.

That, though, I think will not be best for the long run, but will give me time to find an iatrist I like.

A Day in the Life of Sara

Let's see, it's 2:40 am Utah time, and I'm still up. My sleeping has gotten rather off schedule lately, as I tend to do from time to time.

I've been told a regular schedule, especially sleep, is good for bipolar people, but I SO HATE SCHEDULES! It's like the antithesis of ME.

I know that being so OFF, sleep-wise, isn't the best for me. I'm gonna go to bed soon, I promise.

I'm worried that I won't be able to go to church tomorrow, because I'll be zonked from the late night, plus the meds that tend to make it almost impossible for me to wake well and stay awake without a certain minimum of sleep hours that night. They do this to me sometimes too even with a good 9 hours of sleep.

I worry that I'll be thought less of for having 9 hours as my ideal sleep number, but everyBODY's different!

I worry about practically everything. Like everytime I plug in an appliance in the kitchen, I worry about an electrical fire starting in the wall. I try really hard to keep this worry confined to the kitchen, and not let it seep out to other areas of the house.

That's my battle sometimes, you see. Containment; holding the line. That is a victory in itself. I have to accept that this is okay; there isn't enough of me to dance the dance of a duel with every single thing I battle, to the point of elimination and conclusion.

So, I hold the line, and the worry of electrical fires is bound and restrained.

I worry what will be thought of me, upon public viewing and digestion of this post; then again, I strive to show the issues and living of mental illness, and especially to fight the stigma.

I feel as Don Quixote, a bit, as I mount my charger, don my raiment, and hold forth my lance with which I hope to topple a few windmills . . .

I will be going into detail in these snippets from my day, Sunday October 8th (or, perhaps snippets from this WEEK; it depends on how much focus and attention and ability I have today to continue with this project; if I run out of steam, I'll spread it over a week or so.)

As I will be going into some detail, I will submit these as bits, instead of a whole post. Please bear with me.

Fair Enough

It seems this has been a week of me opening up my heart and soul to family.

THAT'S a new one for me . . . !

I have been rather emotionally closed off from them since childhood . . . I know I have alot of issues to work on, but I LOVE them.

In this harsh world, FAMILY should be a warm and caring word, a place of security. I can't say I'm emotionally secure most of the time around them, but then I'm not emotionally secure around most anyone (my marriage and daughter not being part of this discussion, lol).

I know time, and therapy and therapy/work and stuff, I'll learn to BE a sister, BE a daughter, BE the kind of person in those family "roles" that I believe I am, that I want to be.

Such as the fact that I believe with my whole heart that children should assist their parents as they, well, age (don't mean to make you feel old, mom! As I said the other day, if things get finer as they age, you two must be approaching magnificent . . .!). The kind of person I am, believes that you help them if and when they need help.

I know I don't have a whole lot of capacity right now, but it might surprise you how much capacity I do have, sometimes. I hope to eventually be more consistent, but I'm not, I'm NOT going to punish myself for not being, right now; I have to let that way that I think I SHOULD be, go for now because it's just one step at a time, and I'll hate myself if I keep failing . . .

I disagree with Yoda, when he said, "There is no try." I believe there is.

In this whole process of therapy, I see myself eventually BECOMING. What joy and possibility there is inherent in that word! It's also a process, a journey, and not a destination . . . although I do think there will be milestones of increased capacity and capability, I hope. At some point . . . (my fears are making me say "at some point", because at the moment I am so buried in an extreme level of stress, and stressful situations, and other stuff, that I've got to focus on the nearer work, and not punish myself for not being yet to a place that I wish I was.)

If you followed that, lemme know. Lol.

I do feel inside, the title of this post. It isn't put up or shut up, because that's too all-or-nothing, too black-and-white thinking for me; that kind of thinking gets me in trouble . . . but it IS a matter of acting on my beliefs and feelings, when I can, instead of staying as isolated in them. It'll take some practice, and it was hard to hear that I wasn't just instantly believed when I said these things I feel and believe . . . BUT, I did take it in, and I did think and feel . . .

Fair enough.

I'm Published!!

Click the title to go to the The Initiative, Newsletter of the Depression and Bipolar Support Alliance of Colorado Springs, CO.

They published, on page 10, my "Hey! Where's My Shoelaces?" post/essay from last year.

When I was contacted, in August I think, about this I was floored! Flattered too, of course.

I HAVE BEEN PUBLISHED! Neato! I hope it touches someone out there in Colorado, or someone on the web who runs across the newsletter.

If I've touched even one person (beyond the one already moved to publish it, Mr. Sakai), then I will be pleased as punch! A nice, slushy, banana and citrusy punch, like we had at my wedding!

Thank you Charles, for contacting me, and for seeing something good in what I wrote!

I'm gonna go to bed and dream some happy dreams now

SSDI Hearing is on Halloween!!!!

Doesn't THAT just take the pumpkin pie?

I figured a pumpkin pie would be more appropo than cake . . .

Gosh darn it now I want pumpkin pie! I might have to settle for some scrumptious Pumpkin Streusel Muffins I've been meaning to make . . . .

Holy Smokes! I am terrified out of my wits! I guess that means I'm witless. Or something.

How funny is it that it's on Halloween? Good thing hubby has that day off . . .


AAaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

I AM SO FREAKIN' SCARED! Let's see, what'm I feeling right now?

Terror, fear, excitement (I hope that doesn't come across wrong, but the HOPE that we could be not dead poor anymore, plus pay for treatment, save money, pay off debts, and, in the next year or two, buy a place of our own to live . . . how could that not be exciting?), nervousness, reticence, a sense of impending danger and doom, I want to tell everybody, I want and NEED someone to talk to . . .

Three years of a horrible, tearing-down of self, and barriers inside that I had put up to keep me from seeing my problems functioning, to keep me from admitting, to keep me from seeing the horror and embarrasment and awfulness of incapacity that has accompanied these illnesses . . . . this process has been HORRID! Therapy has been a help there, for the past year, a bit longer than a year . . .

I would not wish this process on anyone, except of course that they need the positive end result, but the process itself SUCKS. And, has almost KILLED me several times. May 2005, when I received yet another rejection letter . . . that weekend is the closest I've ever come since my suicide attempt in 1996.

Enough about THAT morbidity, though. Maybe not. See, May 2005, when I got that letter, I felt as though all light and Hope had been extinguished; that any chance of ever being better, getting better, getting to a place that was more manageable . . . that all Hope had been snuffed, erased, guttered out. When one has no Hope . . . . thankfully, I learned there was further reason for hope in this process . . . the problem is, should the result this time be negative (90% of the people at this point in the process are approved, I keep telling myself to stave off that fear, although cautious to not count eggs before they are hatched; to not count on it, either) I am worried that I could and would CRASH dangerously.

So I'm scared to go see the lawyer, and do all the prep and practice for being in front of the judge and vocational and psychologist experts . . . and I'm TERRIFIED BEYOND MEASURE of the hearing . . .

HOLY CRAP! This is really happening. It's been some far off thing I didn't have to think about until now . . .

I'm Frightened!!!

I do know I need to go to the Social Security building and watch the video they have that shows and talks about the hearing process or something.

I'm going to need all the love, kindness, understanding, patience, friendship, and support I can get. I am proud of myself for getting this far, but I'm feeling very weak in the knees, both physically and emotionally. Mentally too . . . but then it's only been half an hour since I found out, and I'm still just starting to react.

Yeah, it's not a big deal to the rest of the world, but . . . this is a huge thing, in mine right now. I may have wider more extreme mood swings than usual (not planning on it, though), I may be more irritable and edgy, I may be alot less focused and more scattered than usual (if that's possible, lol), I may repeat myself ALOT and seem rather selfish, and far too self-focused (I do understand about serving others, and I am concentrating on little things I can do for my husband and daughter from time to time; that, too, counts and is about as far as I can go right now, and it is service, even though it's family!) I must take care of myself right now because this is all very intense, and if I don't I could easily end up in a scary place.

So please, please be understanding. I hate to be, and/or seem selfish, but . . . there is aLOT wrapped up in this, aside from the years that have been put into it.

I'll obviously have more to post, but this is enough for right now, I think . . .

Off to meet w/my new bishop later, he seemed nice on the phone . ..