Again, thanks for the replies. I actually wrote a whole little thing about a week ago in response to willow's (lovely) posts but the site crashed and I couldn't be bothered to type it again. I also haven't been on my computer lately due to parents being out of town so I had to do a couple things around the house and I was too tired/sore to use it for a little while. Anyway...
Thanks, Debra, for the clarity. I wasn't so much offended/hurt/angry/whatever more that I wanted mostly just really wanted to dispel the notion that I have a substance abuse issue because I don't. I've run into professionals who spend all their time focusing on imagined issues like that because of off the cuff remarks rather than on problems I actually have. I only drink occasionally, like 3-4 times a month. I can see how my posts might give the impression that I'm rather depressed, though I don't think I am anymore. If I am, then I used to be a lot worse, and my emotional stability actually improved dramatically when I stopped taking my depression meds. I have a kind of gallows humor about all the shitty things that happen to me so I say things that might sound really bad or indicate despair but my attitude is more ambivalence and laughter than sadness, I guess.
Thanks, willow, for sharing. As I said I wrote a response, but the site crashed. I can definitely relate in a lot of ways. About a year ago one of my sisters caused a big ruckus with a bunch of bull**** (Am I allowed to curse on here?) and made up stuff and the short story is I got kicked out and had to move across the country and get a job and apartment. I had been on an upswing for a while, my symptoms were bad, but much more manageable than usual, so I actually managed to get the ball rolling with all that for a little while. Of course, I was super upset and stressed, and I ended up so sick from the stress that I literally couldn't walk more than 10 feet without falling over. Things got cleared up with my parents and I moved back home, but I haven't really recovered from that. Right now I just focus on minimizing my stress as much as possible and that's helped me get somewhat better. About 4 months ago I tried adding a light walking routine (pacing in the hall for 20 minutes a day) and I stuck with it for a month but it just made me so much sicker.
Thanks, Hippie. I also had things sort of fall like dominoes. I want to go back to class, and if I can get it manageable I'd like to take one course at my local college at a time. I'd been doing college courses in lieu of high school so I still don't even have my diploma. However, every time I have a couple weeks where I'm well enough and think "Cool, I can take a class next quarter," I hit a wall of reality the next week where I'm unable to get out of bed for more than 5 minutes. I've definitely found some improvement by not spending all my time getting treatment that has never worked. That's pretty much I guess the point of my original post. If my treatment isn't working and the act of pursuing it makes me worse then why should I pursue it? Every time I tried something I'd just end up sicker and feeling defeated.
Anyway, I'm crazy foggy so I hope that was intelligible. I reread it but it's just words right now.