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Boring Myself to Death


Yep, i'm here again. ***WARNINGS for suicide and depression***

Last year, before Danny died, I tried to take my own life. Again, 4th attempt. Nearly made it as well, but Dan noticed I was not in bed and found me and a bloody mess on the bathroom floor. He bound the wounds and called 911. Then he woke Michael. I think Michael wrote a blog about this too. 

Anyway. My (is it mine? i always laugh about this) depression was out of control. It was after recovery from this suicide attempt that i chose to try ECT (electroconvulsive therapy). The drugs weren't helping, and talking wasn't so much.  It was scary the first time, but ECT seemed to help. 

But lately, i've been having a rough time. My shrink has diagnosed me with treatment resistant depression, cuz nothing helped and then ECT's effectiveness doesn't seem to anymore either. 

When someone with this illness says they are tired, it doesn't mean they want to sleep, or they worked out too hard, it means they are world-weary, that breathing is too much effort and so is pretending that all is well. Don't say.. Hi, how are you? Cuz i'm not going to answer with 'fine' anymore. I'm not fine. I'm tired. 

So, after seeing the shrink again, he had me do some massive questionnaire which he is going to, along with my mental health history, discuss with other docs to see what may be best going forward. Honestly, i don't care for myself. I'm tired and no one is listening. 

People say, you'll be okay, just rest, take care of yourself, just take a walk, get fresh air. Presently, i'm struggling to do any of those things. Most days, I plug into YouTube and just watch it. All Day. If Michael is home, He will drag me out for a walk, and i've been walking a friend's dog. 

My doctor is speaking to other docs, and they may try adjusting the ECT treatments ( i did feel good for a long time after starting these), maybe combined with more in-office CBT or possibly DBT.  Drug therapies he is considering are ketamine and some of the older antidepressant drugs, along with ECT.

Well, this is a rambling mess of a blog.  I'm sorry for that, but not sorry I wrote it. 

If you're suffering, tell someone, or go to the hospital.  Silence isn't a friend. 

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Mikiesboy

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3 hours ago, Gary L said:

A huge hug from me, Tim. I got lucky with v decent psychiatrist many yrs ago and have needed therapy on other occasions.  I’m fortunate in that now I’m retired my stress levels have dropped significantly and what Churchill called the Black Dog is leaving me alone.

I wish you all the best for the hospital. Much love, Gary

I'm glad for you. My doc is wonderful and i trust him. Funnily I wrote a poem/lyrics called The Black Dog Blues... 

The Black Dog Blues

 

The black dog lingers at my door,
A shadow I can't outrun,
Paws soft upon the wooden floor,
It finds me, even in the sun.

Its eyes are pools of molten jet,
Dark mirrors of my soul,
It weaves its way through every thought,
And claims a piece – a toll.

It’ll never be forever.
The black dog never stays away,
It lurks in corners, out of sight,
Until it claims its prey.

It lays in wait for me at night,
And my heart pounds within my chest,
Its forbidding presence feeds my fears,
And steals all hope of rest.

I try to breathe and break the chains
But still, it claws my mind,
The black dog has no boundaries,
It's always close behind.

It’ll never be forever,
The black dog never stays away,
It lurks in corners, out of sight,
Until it claims its prey.

Yet, some days it grows tired,
Lays down, and lets me breathe,
During those fleeting moments,
I get then, some reprieve.

So, I walk with the beast beside me,
A silent, shadowed friend,
The black dog never truly leaves,
And I know it’ll never end

And I know it's not forever,
The black dog never stays away,
It lurks in corners, out of sight,
Until it claims its prey.

Edited by Mikiesboy
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Gary L

Posted

1 minute ago, Mikiesboy said:

I'm glad for you. My doc is wonderful and i trust him. Funnily I wrote a poem/lyrics for a poem called The Black Dog Blues... 

The Black Dog Blues

 

The black dog lingers at my door,
A shadow I can't outrun,
Paws soft upon the wooden floor,
It finds me, even in the sun.

Its eyes are pools of molten jet,
Dark mirrors of my soul,
It weaves its way through every thought,
And claims a piece – a toll.

It’ll never be forever.
The black dog never stays away,
It lurks in corners, out of sight,
Until it claims its prey.

It lays in wait for me at night,
And my heart pounds within my chest,
Its forbidding presence feeds my fears,
And steals all hope of rest.

I try to breathe and break the chains
But still, it claws my mind,
The black dog has no boundaries,
It's always close behind.

It’ll never be forever,
The black dog never stays away,
It lurks in corners, out of sight,
Until it claims its prey.

Yet, some days it grows tired,
Lays down, and lets me breathe,
During those fleeting moments,
I get then, some reprieve.

So, I walk with the beast beside me,
A silent, shadowed friend,
The black dog never truly leaves,
And I know it’ll never end

And I know it's not forever,
The black dog never stays away,
It lurks in corners, out of sight,
Until it claims its prey.

Powerful stuff, Tim.  🤗 

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Vcs

Posted

3 minutes ago, Mikiesboy said:

I'm glad for you. My doc is wonderful and i trust him. Funnily I wrote a poem/lyrics called The Black Dog Blues... 

The Black Dog Blues

 

The black dog lingers at my door,
A shadow I can't outrun,
Paws soft upon the wooden floor,
It finds me, even in the sun.

Its eyes are pools of molten jet,
Dark mirrors of my soul,
It weaves its way through every thought,
And claims a piece – a toll.

It’ll never be forever.
The black dog never stays away,
It lurks in corners, out of sight,
Until it claims its prey.

It lays in wait for me at night,
And my heart pounds within my chest,
Its forbidding presence feeds my fears,
And steals all hope of rest.

I try to breathe and break the chains
But still, it claws my mind,
The black dog has no boundaries,
It's always close behind.

It’ll never be forever,
The black dog never stays away,
It lurks in corners, out of sight,
Until it claims its prey.

Yet, some days it grows tired,
Lays down, and lets me breathe,
During those fleeting moments,
I get then, some reprieve.

So, I walk with the beast beside me,
A silent, shadowed friend,
The black dog never truly leaves,
And I know it’ll never end

And I know it's not forever,
The black dog never stays away,
It lurks in corners, out of sight,
Until it claims its prey.

Painfully beautiful. That black dog just refuses to stay away, leaving those in the fight feeling exactly like prey. What an amazing gift you have. 

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