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I was reinstated as one of Jehovah’s Witnesses. It was announced 2 weeks ago tonight.
It feels like a dream; like a nightmare.

I want to worship Jehovah properly, so I worked hard to be reinstated. This I do not regret or want to take back.

But I am… I have… sigh. I am shutting down. I can speak to my family and my friends. It is good for me… but it is bad for me. I was isolated before and I loved it, but I was still drained almost everyday from doing even the small interactions with others that I did such as going to the grocery store or appointments.

Now I cannot calm down. I expected the rough waters, the storm, but this is a full on Perfect Storm. The other me is at it as well; taking advantage of my chaotic mind. I scream and cry, fight and fall but it all leads to one thing: shut down.

A shut down is preferable to a disconnect, but its still not good. I have so much I need to accomplish and push through, things I cannot remove, but I am failing to do them. And in my failure I hurt that much more.

Its like a dream and a nightmare mixed into one, happiness and misery entwined.


When I would like to stay awake, my mind wants to sleep.
When I wish to sleep, my mind wishes to stay awake.



A simple number, 2018.01.19, but one that has no meaning. Its another day, another light/dark cycle in an endless line of cycles. Funny thing is, is that I don’t want the cycles to end, I want to live, but I feel I am not able or worthy or meant to.
Today is another day, one where I will fail, one where I will try to get back up but ultimately fail. Every day takes another piece of me.
I have hope, yet this darkness covers it, whispers that its not for me like a cruel seductress. Its not death that whispers, but the darkness itself, the mirror, the shade, the shadow. Its my own voice that tells me these things, its my own body I see speak the words, its my own eyes that show me how I am undeserving of anything, its my own heart whose beating threatens to send away any good in my life. My own will, ambition and motivation have become twisted and squeezed of all life, leaving nothing but the reminder of what I once was and possibly could have been.


Once there was a time I was without the storms… I think. My memories are fading, even new ones. I never know if they are true or fantastical, a replacement as best as my mind can remember, or maybe some diabolical piece of depression that makes the present that much more unpleasant.

I am functional, as well as I can be. I am getting the bare minimum of my chores done, family fed, and kids to school. I don’t feel functional, but I LOOK functional and that bothers me a lot. I feel judged by what I look like than what is truth. I am losing strength, motivation, and energy. Even when I mentally feel well, my body is paying the price for pushing through so many past days. Muscles ache and burn just because I wake up, my bones feel like twigs, and my skin prickles at the slightest breeze.

I did finally get an anti-anxiety medicine that helps. That help is welcome but also not complete. The medicine takes the edge off while having a panic/anxiety attack (which is less attack and more constant state of being) but the physical effects are unaffected. My chest will sear with pain, muscles become so tense I feel rigid and stiff, my limbs barely able to move.

At home I feel comfortable, a bubble from the rest of the world, but also a bubble that is constantly popped with the comings and goings of the outside world. Noise is bothersome and not just annoying but like someone grating a fork over my brain. My relief from life is video games, a lifeline that I have come to over rely on to get me through the day, much like sleep does for others.

I know I will get better, the blessing of Bi-Polar. I also know this is “normal” for me and it WILL happen again once I am better, the curse of Bi-Polar. Unfortunately, while my mental state will shift, it has taken so much from me physically I am exhausted no matter how I feel.

Such is the cycle…

Journal Redux #7

Mood: Depressed

Sleep: Sleeping, Erratic
Food: Whatever I feel like

Energy: None
Motivation: None
Ambition: None

Libido: Roller Coaster
– Porn Addiction: Slight

Therapy: Appointment Set
Med Compliance: Waiting to see Psychiatrist

Conscience: Stronger

It has been nearly a whole month since I actually wrote anything. I have thought about it a few times, even wrote something once.

At the end of the sentence, though, I feel no different. I want to just block out everything outside of the walls of my home. I don’t want to deal with friends, family, or anyone.

ANY amount of stress for me is like using a megaphone. It could be something trivial (a whisper) but it will come out loud. It could be as light as a feather but when it lands on my shoulders it weighs down like I am trying to carry the mule instead of packing it on the mule itself.

I lost my thoughts… but I will post this one.



Mood: Depressed
– Suicidal Ideations

Sleep: Sleeping
Food: Whatever I feel like

Energy: None
Motivation: None
Ambition: None

Libido: Roller Coaster
– Porn Addiction: Roller Coaster

Therapy: Missed Last Appointment
Med Compliance: Waiting to see Psychiatrist

Conscience: Fighting
– Growing Stronger

I have had a few rough weeks. I wish I could say something happened, mainly because then things would make sense.

I have been dealing with Bi-Polar Disorder most of my life and still I get blindsided and confused. I mentioned nothing happened, but I still feel worthless and useless. For the first time in years I began having suicidal ideations and I am scared.

I have had thoughts about how before, that unfortunately comes with the illness and a near daily basis, but these had an intensity behind them. I tried my skills and they were a no go. Yeah, I could maybe distract myself for a short time, but I don’t have the energy to keep going with a particular activity, especially when I have zero interest in it.

So I talked to my wife and called a friend. She came over and has been sitting with me for the last few days in an attempt to keep myself from the hospital. I don’t think there is anything wrong with the hospital, it probably would help a lot. But its unfamiliar as I haven’t been to the Psychiatric floor at this one. I have met the counselors and some of the staff while doing Partial Hospitalization but I have never been in the in-patient side and its still unfamiliar.

My dad took my kids, so I hope they are having fun. Its a roller coaster, though. I can be doing great one moment and the next I am thinking about how much everything is crushing me and that I might as well be dead. I am scared to die, I don’t want to die. I believe life is a gift from Jehovah and should not be thrown away, and its that belief that gets me through it… but I am still scared that there will be that one time I don’t listen. I am scared because I believe I have squandered my life and that it is worthless to everyone, so what’s the point of being here. I KNOW better, but its what I FEEL.

I get angry (which doesn’t help) because it does seem like a majority of people I once thought understood or at least were trying to understand, don’t. That while I have the ability to defeat my addiction, my illness doesn’t let it go… that my illness keeps it around, so to truly get rid of it I need to get rid of my illness, but that will never happen. So I am worthless.

I did do the text chat with the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline and that helped a little. He was a bit strong (It does seem like some things are from a script) but I didn’t feel put off or like it meant the volunteer didn’t care. I recommend calling if you need to… if not the lifeline then a trusted friend or family member… if not them then someone… even now I feel like I am suffocating and alone, in darkness that presses in on me to my very core… but that doesn’t mean that those feelings are reality… they are real, yes, in that that is HOW YOU FEEL… but feelings don’t mean reality. There is someone who cares, even if they don’t know you. Despite the hatred and stand-offish majority, there are people that will help no matter what… so find help. It sucks that its one more thing WE have to do when we have so little energy left, but use that last bit of remaining energy to get help.

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, or even the next five minutes…

Journal Redux #5

Mood: Depressed
– Questioning Things

Sleep: Good (With Melatonin)
Diet: Up and Down

Energy: Good
Motivation: Some
Ambition: None

Libido: Hyper
– Porn Addiction: Low

Therapy: Missed Last Appointment
Med Compliance: Some

Conscience: Fighting

There is not a lot to update on today. I know it has been a week but things are what they are.