emotional pain= physical pain= anger and more pain

A realization hit me as I visited with my sisters the other day. That some of my pain and health problems comes from problems i didn't even know we had in our family. Things that have been around my whole life that are emotional hurdles dealing with acceptance and letting go.

THere are so many other challenges that I have watched beat down my family because it wasn't possible for my Mom to help herself. I needed to count on her but she was suffering and unable to move to assist herself and therefore unable to help us as children.

Still to this day my mother is not strong enough to help herself by asking for assistance with hard emotional situations or even physical things that she is unable to do alone. She takes on so much and burns herself in to a melted puddle. She is emotionally strung out pretty much all the time. I watch her break down and deal with depression by hiding in a room from it and turning to the same remedies that have failed her over and over. She is paralyzing herself. Unwilling to change and accept change she will go out this way too if she doesn't take action for herself soon. This is actually something I see more clearly after hearing one of my sisters view on the situation. Another view always helps.

Being around my sisters and seeing how much of that helplessness has been passed to us is hurtful and almost impossible to watch. I see the inability to deal with emotional trauma and the transference of emotional pain into physical pain. All of us struggling to learn new coping techniques to deal with our lives because what we watched was self distraction. It wasn't healthy and isn't something we want to follow in.

It certainly wasn't something my mother tried to do or pass on. It was and is how she is and however she must have learned to deal with her problems and stresses. However, even though I feel love and worry for her I also feel anger and resentment. I feel a lot of anger about a lot of things anymore.

I am concerned about my husband and the way I express it to him is in an angry tone. I express most of my concern for my loved ones in an angry way. I am frustrated for not knowing how to help them and so I am angry and I am frustrated in not knowing how to help myself and for that I am angry too.

I want and need to dispel this anger and would like to learn how.

I will not soon forget this Fear. it is my pain for now.

When I close my eyes to go to bed at night all I see is his face as I lifted his head off the floor. The drool dripping from his lips and his eyes rolling back into his head. I hear his speech of only noises from his drooping lips as he trashes around trying to get away from me and yells at me for waking him.

I can't sleep because last night I was awoken by the sound of my significant other falling over himself again and again in and out of the bathroom. Stumbling and barely conscious he was wandering around and then was passing out and falling over and barely able to talk to me when I asking him if he was okay. Not only did he respond angry toward me but through incomprehensible noises. I thought he'd had a stroke or a mental break or both!

When he was in bed I figured I would try to wake him and talk to him to see if had been in my mind the way he spoke. His brain wasn't connected with his lips or something. I woke him and he was mad but he did try to talk back to me and it was shuttering the sound of those noises. Not words but he was trying to form them.

Then he stood up very fast and staggered once again around the room. Asked where he was going. Snapped at me something I didn't know what it was. This happened several times and each time he would come back to bed and pass out again. Finally when he stood up for the third time I went over and grabbed his arm and yelled at him to sit on the chair. Told him he couldn't walk around like this. Told him I would have to go and call 911 that even if he couldn't tell that something was wrong and there was no way I was going to wrestle an over 200lb man to put him in the car. He wasn't being willing.

I went in the next room and grabbed the phone. I dialed and the whole time I am yelling at him because he is getting up and staggering around. I am telling him to stay put. When I come back in he is passed out on the floor. We wait. We wait and I have to go down to open the door for medics. When they look at him they tell me it looks like an overdose.

What! Really? I am praying in my head that this is not another attempt on his life. He has tried several other times to take his own life due to his own personal suffering and the angst of wanting to have rest from his own tortures. I know and understand why it happened before. The day before was our anniversary and he was happy...I can't imagine this would be the one time he had succeeded.

As I was driving to the hospital all that was going through my head was how alone I would be after he had died. I am alone now here in WI and when he dies I will really be alone. I couldn't bare the thought of them telling me he had died and that being the last way I had seen him. It just wasn't him. Being that he is mentally ill I have seen him not being himself many times before but this was different.

When I got into the tiny room in the ER with him he was angry toward me and like a small child turning in circles on his bed, wrapping himself up in the IV line and ripping it out of his arm a few times. You would have to tell him things several times and he wouldn't remember them. In between misbehaving he would pass out cold and snore very loud only to awaken to yell at me in now slurred speech. Then he would need to go to the bathroom and I would have to help and he would be such a baby about the whole thing and make a huge mess. It was awful.

When he went for his tests all I could do was cry in the corner of the tiny room. I was huddled in my chair and could find no peace.

Through his illness and even him being hospitalized and my own illness and my sufferings I have held up and I have been strong and tried not to cry too often in front of him when he is down or when things are rough for him. I know it doesn't help. This time I couldn't keep it in. I was SCARED to death! I was petrified.

I still feel this fear today even though after all that he is fine and has survived this horrible ordeal. It turned out he took several doses of his nighttime medications after forgetting he had already took one. A huge mistake yes...but he lived. This time it was not an attempt on his life but he came closer to dieing than ever before. He remembers none of it and is moving on with his day and life and I am terrorized by the whole thing and feel helpless and not safe in the same house with him. I feel out of join and totally worn to the nub.

He will live. I will too but how will I get those images out of my head. I just hope that after a few nights rest they will fade.

aaaaand today.

I sat last night and watching him visit with someone who has some of the same issues he does when it comes to mental illness and moods and so on. I could see it was very personal for him  to watch this man because for the first time he was REALLY seeing himself. It really got him worked up. We talked about it later and I could see it had really affected him. In turn, yep, it affected me and I was very upset that he was upset. Sounds so silly. I really felt my insides being torn up at the thought that he was seeing what I see in him as he is having a manic episode or change in perceived reality.

It amazes me over and over how connected we are. As different as we are and suffering two very different illnesses we are so in tune with when each other is hurting.  The best thing to do is ask if one another needs something and IF they are able to say so do the best we can to help.  I always WANT to help but mostly have to step back and watch the wheels turn.



Something sparked that evening. It sparked because he is going through a manic faze again. With change of medication to try and help with side effects from his regular meds the new one brought on all kinds of demons. We have gone with this one before and new this might be the case. The doc was convinced we might be able to find a co-med to go along and help the jitteriness (akathisia) that comes with this one but.....alas no success yet.



I am very proud at how he deals with his anxieties and fears as he goes through this hard time. I, myself, am not doing so well. My anxieties are at a all time high and my pain was already headed there due to a gap in my treatments when we moved. Still I am waiting for a pain center visit.



Waiting lists for mental health are unforgivable and for pain treatment are just hard to bear. I remind myself I am lucky it isn't for mental health.

Loss of control - gaining acceptance

Some days you are just tired. When I say tired I mean you can't move. Not one inch. No decision making power, no brain power. Nothing. I think I should be able to make myself food and that might be it for the day but, no, not even that. I am worn to the bone. I hurt everywhere and I can't move out of my bed. My mind is half between asleep and awake and then ….woops...i am totally asleep again.



It goes in this fashion for two days. This has been the longest in a while that this has happened to me. Especially without a migraine spell to come along with it. I just have been running myself at full speed ahead for a week and a half now doing everything I wanted to do and not limiting myself at all. It was nice while it lasted but that was something the “old me” was able to do and now I am seeing the new (limited me) kicking in and taking what It needs. Not asking ...taking it's rest from me.



I feel guilt because two of those days I still had company staying at my house. I am unable to turn the dial on my energy level so that I might enjoy those last few days with my loved ones as they visit. I can't rip myself off the couch and out of that comma to continue showing them around town. I feel like a bad hostess as my illness takes hold of me and I am week to it's power. Once again I am OUT OF CONTROL and in pain.



I should feel good that I lasted as long as I did. Going all kinds of wonderful places and even going on a hike (which I haven't done in forever) but instead I just feel guilt and shame that I can't live up to who I want to be in my heart. I feel sad that I am so week and wonder once again , why me?



Today my thoughts are on the loss of control. I am in shock how my body just shut down when it needed rest and how I was powerless to do anything about it. It is another realization that I am not fully in acceptance of my limited abilities yet and must work to get there. My body knows far better what is best for me than I do and I have got to stop fighting against my wiser self.



Loss of control is a hard one.