marchingbrassgirl28
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Ugh...
Ever been at that point, where nothing seems worth doing? Where you don't want to even try, because you're too tired of trying over and over, just to get put back in your "place".
I don't know why I keep taking my meds. It's a fucking pill, not a cure. I feel better for a while, decide that I can do it on my own, only to find out that I am incapable of living without pills. My medical insurance only covers 12 therapy sessions a year, and that's not enough for me. I'm thinking about using my husband's insurance policy for more sessions in therapy, but I am not sure how that all works.
My social life is a wreck, I can't keep a friend right now to save my life. I've basically cut off anybody that has ever hurt me, which leaves a very small list of people left. My marriage is only "there", and it's not fulfilling, mostly due to my inability to get off the damn couch. Partly due to the fact that my husband is getting fat and lazy, and only occasionally takes his own meds for ADD. It seems that my entire marriage is based on the fact that I forgive my husband for his lack of ability to see any task all the way through. I also know that living with a sack of flesh that can't seem to get off the damn couch isn't fun for him either... Not saying that I don't do my part around the house. It just sucks to be the whipping boy at work all damn day long, only to come home and see the kitchen a mess, laundry all over the bedroom floor, and having to "interrupt" my husband while he's plaing video games to get his damn help.
I feel like a bitch for asking for his help. He seems frustrated with me for making him miss that bitching head shot in America's Army. He's got his headphones on and can't hear anything going on in the house unless I go and physically get his attention. Then he chastizes me for startling him... Maybe if I were more interesting, it wouldn't be so hard to get him to pay attention to the daily tasks that are required for "our" life to function.
Anytime I feel like talking about what's going on, or doing something to break the monotony of my life, he has something negative to say about it. If I feel like going to see a movie, and it's not one he really has a strong desire to see, he bails out. We compromise, and I end up seeing some movie I really didn't have a strong interest in, but at least he's happy, right? If I make plans to be social, he's got something else he wants to do, like stay at home playing video games. If I come home and have a drink, he calls his parents to talk about how he's worried about me, yet he leaves the house to visit with friends without me, leaving me at home with my beer...
I keep using the month of April as a "light at the end of the tunnel" point. It's the month that my husband and I are going to go through diving classes and get certified to dive. I'm holding on to this idea that having something to do with my husband will help bring us back together. He told me just yesterday that due to his viral, respitory infection that he may not be able to start the classes in April, and we may have to wait until June to get into another class. I seriously broke down... He's hoping he'll be well enough by the 8th of this month, and he even went to the doctor and got antibiotics to help. I hope it works.
So, yeah. Meds. This stupid little pill that I am supposed to take every day for who knows how long is supposed to "save" me. I know I'm supposed to be the one to save myself, it's not a hard concept for me to grasp. I just wish that I had somebody that I could trust with my feelings and delicate mental state to talk to. You'd think my husband would be available for that role, but if you've read this whole thing, you'd know that wasn't the case.
Ever been at that point, where nothing seems worth doing? Where you don't want to even try, because you're too tired of trying over and over, just to get put back in your "place".
I don't know why I keep taking my meds. It's a fucking pill, not a cure. I feel better for a while, decide that I can do it on my own, only to find out that I am incapable of living without pills. My medical insurance only covers 12 therapy sessions a year, and that's not enough for me. I'm thinking about using my husband's insurance policy for more sessions in therapy, but I am not sure how that all works.
My social life is a wreck, I can't keep a friend right now to save my life. I've basically cut off anybody that has ever hurt me, which leaves a very small list of people left. My marriage is only "there", and it's not fulfilling, mostly due to my inability to get off the damn couch. Partly due to the fact that my husband is getting fat and lazy, and only occasionally takes his own meds for ADD. It seems that my entire marriage is based on the fact that I forgive my husband for his lack of ability to see any task all the way through. I also know that living with a sack of flesh that can't seem to get off the damn couch isn't fun for him either... Not saying that I don't do my part around the house. It just sucks to be the whipping boy at work all damn day long, only to come home and see the kitchen a mess, laundry all over the bedroom floor, and having to "interrupt" my husband while he's plaing video games to get his damn help.
I feel like a bitch for asking for his help. He seems frustrated with me for making him miss that bitching head shot in America's Army. He's got his headphones on and can't hear anything going on in the house unless I go and physically get his attention. Then he chastizes me for startling him... Maybe if I were more interesting, it wouldn't be so hard to get him to pay attention to the daily tasks that are required for "our" life to function.
Anytime I feel like talking about what's going on, or doing something to break the monotony of my life, he has something negative to say about it. If I feel like going to see a movie, and it's not one he really has a strong desire to see, he bails out. We compromise, and I end up seeing some movie I really didn't have a strong interest in, but at least he's happy, right? If I make plans to be social, he's got something else he wants to do, like stay at home playing video games. If I come home and have a drink, he calls his parents to talk about how he's worried about me, yet he leaves the house to visit with friends without me, leaving me at home with my beer...
I keep using the month of April as a "light at the end of the tunnel" point. It's the month that my husband and I are going to go through diving classes and get certified to dive. I'm holding on to this idea that having something to do with my husband will help bring us back together. He told me just yesterday that due to his viral, respitory infection that he may not be able to start the classes in April, and we may have to wait until June to get into another class. I seriously broke down... He's hoping he'll be well enough by the 8th of this month, and he even went to the doctor and got antibiotics to help. I hope it works.
So, yeah. Meds. This stupid little pill that I am supposed to take every day for who knows how long is supposed to "save" me. I know I'm supposed to be the one to save myself, it's not a hard concept for me to grasp. I just wish that I had somebody that I could trust with my feelings and delicate mental state to talk to. You'd think my husband would be available for that role, but if you've read this whole thing, you'd know that wasn't the case.