Posts Tagged ‘tired’
Sigh.
Posted on: February 2, 2010
Gaah. That’s what I have to say.
I’m irritable. I’m pissed off. I’m speaking and acting without thinking.
I’m too twitchily awake to actually do anything, but I still thought it was a perfectly good idea to volunteer to (idea, volunteer: rhyme…)
Right. I volunteered to format my group’s presentation for our seminar on Friday. I reckon it’s the least I could do considering what a bad group member I am, always missing stuff etc. and talking too loud (I could see them looking at me strangely, but I can’t make my voice behave).
Last night, I eventually passed out, only to wake up three hours or so later.
I’m very tempted to go to the doctor and say “PLEASE MAKE ME SLEEP”. But then they’d start asking pesky questions about how my mood is, and I’d probably just scream, “IT’S FUCKING FINE. JUST KNOCK ME OUT BEFORE MY HEAD EXPLODES”. At which point they’d probably call the police. And then my head would explode, which would at least prove me right.
I’m aware that I’m kind of all over the place at the minute. I’m trying to calm myself down. Trying to be still and calm, trying to think things through, trying to just laugh at myself when I’m so startled by little noises that I drop things.
It’s just…sleep. I need some sleep.
Edit: I got an email from the mental health advisor, offering an appointment. I burst into tears. I don’t fucking know why. I suppose that means I’m going to have to actually speak about this out loud. Admittedly, probably in the vaguest way possible.
I don’t know how to feel. Part of me is panicking – I don’t want to speak, I don’t want to ask for help, I don’t want anybody to know, I should never have contacted her. Part of me is upset – I feel guilty, I feel like a disappointment, I feel like I’m giving in. And a small part of me is relieved. Just that small, ridiculous, naive part of my mind that is thinking maybe something will change. And of course, that just makes the part of me that’s sad even sadder, and adds a bit of self-hating anger in there, too – I hate my hope, I hate that I can’t cope and am desperate for something else.
Mixed bag.
Posted on: January 26, 2010
I couldn’t get to sleep until 2am. I know, I should be thankful. That’s an early night for me.
Then I woke up at 3:30am. I couldn’t get back to sleep.
So I stayed up. Not really doing anything. Listening to music. Reading, a bit. Watching stuff on youtube.
Then I got out of bed. I showered. I had breakfast. And I went to volunteering.
And I felt…alive. I felt like everything made sense. It sounds stupid, doesn’t it? It’s not really cool to have rewarding experiences. It was challenging and frustrating and exhausting, but ultimately, I spent every minute of it feeling like I was in my element. I worked my socks off all day, and when, at the end of it all, the person running the scheme turned to me and said, “thank you”, it felt like an extra. Like the day itself was reward enough. I must be getting soft in my old age.
Of course, with every positive comes a negative. Lately I’ve been scared of checking my email. That’s a really stupid fear, I know. But I was emailed about missing things, and a few days ago I managed to summon up the courage to send a brief reply, with an apology for the absences and “I’ve been depressed”, which feels like a lie every time I write or even think it (other people get depressed. Me, I’m just stupid, and weak, and pathetic). Anyway, I’ve been dreading the reply and as such generally avoiding opening my email account.
The reply was nice. Of course it was. “I’m sorry to hear that”, and a list of people I can speak to, ask for help.
I’m always scared, when I manage to make these brief gestures towards telling the truth, that the reply will be something more like, “you’re not depressed, you pathetic, lying bastard. You’re a fraud. There’s nothing wrong with you. Stop your fucking moaning and get on with your life”. Maybe I want that to be the reply. Maybe if someone in my life told me to shut the fuck up and sort my life out, then I’d be able to do it. Maybe all I need is a kick up the arse.
I’m too tired to really feel anything at the moment. I’m going to try to stay awake for a few more hours, so I can sleep at night. Maybe it will suddenly click and everything will make sense. Maybe pigs will fly. Read the rest of this entry »
Gaaah
Posted on: December 10, 2009
I’m hoping I’m not depressed. Just tired.
I can’t move.
I’m missing a test. No point in going as I’ve missed so many lectures on it – just looked at the notes online and I can’t teach it to myself in an hour. Over Christmas, maybe, in between all the bits of coursework I have to do.
I worked yesterday and it was good. I felt good and all the kids seemed happy and kept telling me how brilliant the day was.
I’m going to rest. Try to stay calm. Forfeit the test, learn all the stuff over Christmas and hope that the test isn’t worth too much of the module.
I just can’t move or think. I’m so tired. It had better just be tiredness.
Tightrope walker
Posted on: October 30, 2009
I am holding things together. Just about.
I feel, very much, like I’m one of those people who walks on tightropes for a living. Or for fun (weirdos). You know, all I’m doing is walking in a straight line, it should be easy, but one misstep and everything is irretrievably lost. And every time I actually think about what I’m doing, I panic and start screaming (only in my head, you’ll be pleased to know), “DEATH! DEATH! DEATH AND DESTRUCTION!” Read the rest of this entry »
A quick update.
Posted on: April 29, 2009
I’ve managed to fix my computer. God knows how long for. So, yeah, hello.
I’m okay. Very very tired (still can’t switch off, can’t sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time). But, you know, coping. Trundling along. Read the rest of this entry »
Nothing.
Posted on: January 27, 2009
I feel like I’m shutting down. I can’t really move much. I’m exhausted but still not sleeping much.
I went out last night and had an alright time but every time I stopped to think, everything just felt like shit.
I’m not especially sad. I just can’t move or think or speak (or sleep, or eat, or get out of bed, or wash, or dress).
Just need to wait it out, I suppose.
Not much
Posted on: January 14, 2009
Not a lot is going on right now. Uni hasn’t properly started, although tomorrow and Friday will be a bit hectic if I manage to go to everything. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m feeling terrible lately. Although, not really depressed, although I was a bit weepy earlier. Read the rest of this entry »
Weekend
Posted on: October 31, 2008
When I was a kid, I never used to understand why everybody looked forward to the weekend so much. Read the rest of this entry »
Loopy, Lonely and Lost 
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