Trying to process my thoughts right now... My anxiety is high...
I've been trying to clean up the mess left behind by my depression... After having been stuck in that hell for so long, I found that I was devoid of energy to organize and clean my home like I want to. I am a NEAT person! Very organized! And yet, I couldn't muster the energy to get my butt off the sofa and DO ANYthing for quite a long time... It exhausted me to think about everything that I NEEDED to do. And depressed me further to feel unable to stop the growing clutter.
I also shopped to make me feel better... Yes, some of that I actually NEEDED... Clothing... Whew-- I gave myself permission because I kept dropping sizes. And then because my recovery depended upon increasing my size. Lots and lots of wardrobe changes. Very expensive. I found that, in my depression, I wasn't paying my bills on time... Not because of a lack of money... That's the frustrating thing! I had impeccable credit! I was obsessed with paying everything on time or early! But as I sank further and further, I reached the point where it was just "easier" to try not to think about it at all. Bills would get lost in to-do piles. Shuffled around. Forgotten. Or just misplaced. I hate to think what has happened to my credit! :0/
So... I'm trying to dig myself out of this pit. I'm taking advantage of my summer off, and the energy boost of antidepressants, to plough through my house! It was generally "neat", but behind closet doors, and in piles and stacks only I knew about, the mess was consuming me. I've been slowly organizing. Purging trash. Getting rid of stuff I simply don't need. All my "skinny" clothes are piled on my bedroom floor, ready to be sorted, inventoried, and dispersed to Good Will, or wherever... I've sorted through my paperwork nightmare. Reorganized my office closet, my filing cabinet, my dresser drawers. I've taken BAGS of books to the second hand book shop. (And have a nice credit there now! ♥) I've been cleaning and scrubbing, washing laundry, shampooing the carpet. It is REALLY coming together! I FEEL better! I still have more to do, but my house is in better shape today than it has been in a loooong time.
And yet... I finally tallied my debt. No more hiding. I know what I need to do. And yet, I feel unable. With continuing bills for doctors and therapy and nutritionists... I feel that if this is the cost of reclaiming my life, so be it. And yet... CAN I repay this?? I suspect it'll take me two years to pay off the debt I ALREADY have accrued... And I know it's bound to get worse before it gets better...
I'm frustrated. I'm tempted to just say thanks for the pills, and quit my treatment team. And yet I know I shouldn't. I'm not ready. Will I ever be?? Will my goal of being able to eat like a normal human being by the end of the summer cost me more than I can afford to pay?
There's no let up... Today I head to the cardiologist for an Eco and Stress test. All thanks to the failed "easy health clearance" I was supposed to get following an EKG. Irregular heart rate... :P Phooey. More to worry about... TRYING not to. TRYING to convince myself that everything will be okay.
I want Prince Charming to swoop in and rescue me!! I WANT IT!!! But every time a man approaches me I get SCARED! I BOLT! I push them away and RUN! I'm so convinced that if I want something, I have to do it myself. No asking for help. No admitting to needing someone else. No looking weak or needy. Try to PROVE my worth and ability and maturity. Try to be above reproach. Try to avoid FAILURE. It's exhausting...