My doctor increased my Celexa and Topamax. I knew that was going to happen and I was prepared for it. My best girlfriend took me out to lunch bought me a pair a of boots and jeans on sales. And my boyfriend will be here shortly from Atlanta. I'm allowing people in whereas I use to lock people out. I'd run and hide. I would lick my own wounds I wouldn't share. I wouldn't let anyone in. But this is different. I'm different now. I use to think or feel this was being weak. Now I feel this is ju
Years ago I lost my son solely based on the fact that I was BiPolar they called it Manic Depressive then. I became depressed signed myself into the hospital. In return I was declared unfit and my 3 yr old was ripped out of my arms and I was slapped with a child support order. The courts made me over pay nearly $7,000. For the past 5 yrs I have been trying to fight this. I had a hearing today where the Magistrate basically said tough luck. She allowed my exhusband to talk about me as if I were
I have one week more of training before we are 'endorsed' to Inbound. That is if I make it through the week. My throat is very sore and I'm starting to cough and sneeze like I'm coming down with a cold. I'm taking cold medicines (non-drowse) and I gargle with an anti-bacterial wash. I'm hoping that I could stop the swelling from reaching my nose (though I'm beginning to doubt more and more if I could). And if that wasn't enough to discourage me, my handle time for my calls is higher than e
This is a huge accomplishment for me! I have not only taken my meds for the past 6 weeks but for the last 6 Mondays I have increased the dosages as instructed. I am so proud of myself! I have taken all my meds and dosages on times. I didn't skip any. I have slept a lot and too darn much. My stomach has been nauseated. To the point I almost vomited. I can't taste my food anymore and I have no appetite. But its alright. Cause I'm not suicidal. I'm not depressed. I'm not full of anxiety.
All - I set the new story up so that comments are moderated (I get to approve them before they post). That's so that I can write the story all in one place. This thread is here specifically for any comments people want to make; that way, I can keep the story all in one piece, but still allow comments. Fire away.
Once upon a time, there was a man who became a fairy godfather. For those who haven't heard of him yet, he was just an ordinary guy until the day when a pair of ruby slippers and a wand arrived in the mail. Although there was no manual to tell him how to use them, he eventually found that the slippers allowed him to fly, and the wand made people happy, when he swished it properly. Since making people happy seemed like a pretty cool way to spend his time, he set off to see what adventures were
I pulled up next to a guy in traffic this morning who had a bumper sticker that said: "HA HA, Your behind me again!" exactly like that. I desperately wished I could make a sign that said, "Maybe so, but I can spell. Which of these skills is more important?"
And it feels so darn good lol. I'm actually lying here without any guilt or any anxiety. No feelings of I'm so lazy or I'm so worthless. No urges to pace the floor until the wee hours of the night. I've quit beating myself up for all the money I blew that put me in 8mths of hardcore financial debt. (mania is a you know what) Well... I'm fixing to go finish watching The Young and The Restless. I'm mad at Sharon for sleeping with Adam but what can I say? She probably wouldn't agree with s
i don't even know what to write about right now.. i'm tired of complaining about how crappy my life is...i should just learn to accept that things are the way they are and get on with my life. there are lots of people worse off than me so i really shouldn't whine about how bad my life is because it could be a lot worse. maybe i'll try be more positive from now on. that might help! i think i just need to get into the right frame of mind and then everything will be ok. i need to figure out how to
i dunno why but i'm afraid to write what i need to write.. or maybe i'm not afraid and i just can't? i dunno everything is so mixed up inside me. i feel stupid writing about it anyway because it's not that important.
I wanna share part of a letter I sent to my uncle: "I'm still in job training. We still have two more weeks before we start taking calls for the full 8 hrs of work (which means I'm now in agony and then before I know it I'll be in more agony). I'm still learning about the account (which means that I don't know what I'm doing for at least half the time taking calls ). According to my superiors I'm good at building rapport with the customers (which means I suck at everything else). But they als
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOJO! Kamusta na? Sorry talaga hindi kita nabati agad! Work is a little toxic so all I ever think about is getting home and sleep. I'm still struggling at work (since all is new to me). It's completely different from my 1st call ctr job. We were told it's one of the most complicated accounts that call agents ever handled. The acct is DISH Network, satellite TV programming? Anyway, I was getting too tense I had to get a RX from Banaag for a tranquilizer to help me relax durin
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOJO! Kamusta na? Sorry talaga hindi kita nabati agad! Work is a little toxic so all I ever think about is getting home and sleep. I'm still struggling at work (since all is new to me). It's completely different from my 1st call ctr job. We were told it's one of the most complicated accounts that call agents ever handled. The acct is DISH Network, satellite TV programming? Anyway, I was getting too tense I had to get a RX from Banaag for a tranquilizer to help me relax durin
A couple of us had an idea to try writing a fairy tale, but in an unconventional way: each person who comments adds a paragraph, and we try to see where the story decides to go. "I wrote a story 'bout it. Wanna hear it? Here it goes." A Fairy Tale in Multiple Voices Once upon a time, in a land far, far away ... there was a little girl with a serious problem: everything she did turned out badly. Not just a little bit badly, either. It was as if somebody followed her around and made everythi
As I parked in the work parking lot this morning, I passed an empty car with a large, expensive store-bought cup of coffee sitting on the roof. I wanted to take a picture, and caption it: "Forget something?"
Well, I have been "ordered" to make out a birthday list. I will be four dozen years old on Thursday. So ... For the first dozen, I'd like a lot of playmates, people I can be silly with. For the second dozen, I'd like a circle of friends, people I can tell my secrets to. For the third dozen, I'd like a place to share my sorrows and hurts with others in pain. For the fourth dozen, I'd like a way to recognize my own personal value, a part of my purpose for being here. I have no idea how y'all ant
i LOVE diet coke:) it's my most favouritest drink in the whole wide world because it makes me happy:D it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside, [kinda like alcohol but in a different sorta way] i think it makes me kinda high aswel:) it also makes me not hungry and it fills me up and it's low fat and it helllllllps me survvvive!!! i found this poem on the internet: An Ode To Diet Coke Oh, caffeinated Diet Coke, I give these great praises to thee! When I can stay up Though I'm tired enough To find h
when i was little i wasn't allowed to cry because it was bad. even if ykw was after hitting me or saying mean things to me it was still wrong to cry. if i did cry she would call me more names and make me feel worse and that would make me cry even more and she would get even madder at me and send me to my room. because i was bad. she always pretends to be nice to me in front of other people and i have to pretend to be happy so that noone will think bad things about us. we need to make everyone th
I PASSED MY PRODUCT TRAINING! Whew! Now comes the last phase of training where we take calls for longer hours, less supervision, and it is for 2 weeks. It's the transition to the regular hours that we'll be working on. If I pass this, I can work for about 4 more months under probation. And after that, it's either I become a regular employee, or it's goodbye. Though I try not to look that far ahead, I can't help but wonder if I will be applying at another call center in a few months' time. Th
i'm not sure why everything is so confusing. everything's mixed up inside me and it doesn't make sense and i know i keep saying the same thing over and over and over but i don't know what to do because nothing's getting better. no matter where i go or what i do i feel sad. even when i do feel a little happy it somehow turns into sad. i'm never completely happy. everywhere i go i feel so out of place and i have nowhere to go. noone wants me and it hurts. noone gets me:mad: i think i've realised s
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