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On Today.

Published on July 14, 2011 by Corinna Carlson | 6 Comments

Today how overwhelmed I am from the happenings of the weekend decided to nail me at the best time and place, the gym. Tuesday’s workout was fine I felt great, I was still in denial happy la la land, but today as it generally goes I was triggered by something small and innocent and bam apparently I have to deal with my feelings. Fucking feelings always making me feel shit.

Doesn’t so much matter what happened but for the first time ever on Friday evening I admitted on Twitter that not only had Adam and I had a fight but that he wouldn’t be coming home that night. Many people were very quickly very supportive and I can’t thank you enough we are both very lucky to have the friends we do. Sometimes I just get to a point where I don’t care, if people want to pretend their marriages and relationships are perfect fine so be it that works for them but I think it is unrealistic to think that an eight year relationship / [almost] five year marriage wouldn’t have a few hick-ups. Since last July, we’ve been going through the first real rough patch in our marriage and I’m quite frankly tired of pretending everything is fine. I don’t feel the need to elaborate further but I do feeI that I needed to be honest with myself about it. At this point all that really matters is that we want our marriage to work.

Friday evening also brought the horrible news that a friend had again tried to take his life. This is a friend who I’ve visited in hospital before, someone we both care for deeply, but for me when they get to the point of hospitalization there is a part of me that sometimes shuts down, I simply cannot handle it and I feel physically ill. When you are dealing with friends who suffer from depression and you yourself suffer from depression and have tried to take your own life on multiple occasions, in some cases you have no choice but to protect yourself first and immediately pull down the oxygen mask, but in others you have to put the triggers and nausea aside and step up to the plate walk into the fucking ward and visit or in this case you and your husband who you’re not really talking to spend the day following day with them.

It took a few hours for my body to relax on Saturday, for me when I hear someone say something to the affect of “a few people would’ve missed me, some I’d really hurt, most not.” I can’t deal because already losing someone to suicide was by far the worst pain I have to this day ever felt in my life, I know for a fact that any variation of that statement is bullshit. And from the most selfish place in me I won’t lose another person that way, I fucking won’t. But I also won’t not be friends with someone or abandon them because they suffer from something outside of their control.

And so today I’m freaking out a tad and feeling yet again unaccepted for my depression because I tweeted my feelings today and was instantly unfollowed by someone I’ve met so yes, I take it personally. Now, let me be clear, if someone doesn’t want to follow me on Twitter I’m fine with that, long gone are the days I’d freak out, I didn’t even understand social media back then, but fuck it, whatever, that was until today because you know what? If you know the person, even if you don’t like the person show some fucking tact, wait a few hours, don’t make it so glaringly obvious how big of an asshole you are. I get it, not everyone wants to see people who suffer from depression talk about their depression but that’s actually kinda funny too, because most people will keep following the person who suffers from Cancer and support their battle but unfollow the person struggling with depression. I’m trying to calm down and relax I obviously know I’m not in this bad of a rant mood over Twitter, I’m honestly sort of amazed I cracked this soon, normally I can hold shit it and make it a fuck lot worse before I explode so I guess I’ll call that a baby step in the right direction of feeling the feelings.

On Trying.

Published on June 29, 2011 by Corinna Carlson | 9 Comments

I don’t generally like to say fuck in the first sentence of a post, but holy fuck have things ever been whirlwind mind fuckingly crazy interesting in the last month. Fully got myself labeled by a few new folks as nuts, crazy, too much, what have you. But there’s something I’ve been sort of talking about but haven’t fully disclosed in fear that people will react in ways I might not want to hear but I’m now in a place where I’m fine with the fact that some people won’t think this is or was a good idea.

I know that I have mentioned how I’ve been spending a lot of time this year learning how to feel for real again and sit in my feelings and that my medication(s) were being dropped, but I’ve never said how much or what exactly, for some reason that is one of the areas I do find myself keeping close is how much medication I take. But I feel that I’m working so hard at present yet fucking up left, right and centre, I’m feeling discouraged but I’m not ready to give up on myself, I dropped a lot and it took a long time and I need to give this a shot. It is clearly affecting me right now and in some ways I’m really struggling to find out who I am and what the fuck I’m doing. This does make perfect sense to me though, it just doesn’t make figuring shit out any easier.

I was taking:

Seroquel 275 mgs – 200 at night, 75 in the morning with the rest below
Effexor 150 mgs
Clonazepam 4 mgs
Gabapentin 500 mgs

What I’m taking now:

Effexor 150 mgs
Clonazepam 2 mgs

I look at that and don’t even know how I functioned, it is no wonder I’m having some issues getting myself on track, and feeling overwhelmed by feelings. On one hand I know I’m being too hard on myself even in the areas where I’ve made a complete fool of myself but on the other hand, shit seeing it in writing I still can’t not be proud. It was at the end of May that I took the last of the gabapentin, I can’t remember when I took the very last 25 mgs of seroquel but it was this year, my last prescription [beginning June] of clonazepam was the first one filled at 2 mgs.

Even when I was on that extreme amount of medication I would still get depressed and I’ve been trying different combinations for years and nothing was working, I was tired and sleeping all the time so it was time for a big change and that change was basically attempting to take life by the balls. In some ways I’ve become more reclusive and closed off than ever and in some I’ve opened myself up too much and gotten myself smashed in the face with short lived friendships where there seemed to be potential but in trying to navigate new situations in my life I’ve found I’m getting carried away easily and where I have completely learned how to not over share in certain areas I’ve now found myself still pushing people away by simply over sharing in new previously not over shared areas. Right, that wasn’t the point of that exercise, I’m re-evaluating and starting over on that one.

Given that I’ve always cherished my alone time I also didn’t realize until very recently that spending so much time alone with Adam having been away working for months now [only home on weekends] and the fact the he will be gone for a few more that spending THIS much time alone is starting to bring out behaviours I’ve never even seen in myself before and they are proving to be extremely unhealthy and damaging to me. It isn’t that I don’t have people to spend time with, I have loads of things I could be doing but being on less medication hasn’t really changed my leaving the house problems and that has unfortunately always been one of the harder things for friends to be supportive of.

I’m thankful that I make a point not to regret things in life even with the fuck-ups I’ve made that I can’t yet laugh at, they do make me wanna hide in here, but even on the really really bad days I know how hard I’m working even if it feels like I’m losing more than I’m gaining right now. I told myself I was going be to be gentle with myself today when I went to bed last night because I deserve it and woke up kicking the shit out of myself, it has taken me most of the day to calm myself down but I did it. I haven’t ended up being that gentle with myself today, but I still set the intent and I will set it again for tomorrow.

Remembering Derek.

Published on May 4, 2011 by Corinna Carlson | 7 Comments

I have a feeling there will be a few of these posts popping up, not everything fits into 140 characters. Not this grief.

Last night my friend Airdrie lost her best friend and her husband while the Vancouver blogging / social media community also lost the same great man, Derek Miller passed away after a valiant fight with Cancer.

Today is one of those days where I grapple with the magnitude of blogging and just how much someone can touch you via words on a screen. Nothing tangible, no pages to turn.

Before 2008, I knew of Derek, I read his blog I followed him on Twitter, I admired him greatly; it was hard not to given how open he was about his battles with Cancer. #fuckcancer

At the beginning of March ‘08 I took a lot of pills and went across the street for an off-sales bottle of wine and downed it which sealed my lackluster attempt at a suicide and I found myself in the hospital. I’ve never denied how selfish of a disorder depression is. And although I received a great deal of support, more than I could have hoped for given some of the circumstances, when I came upon this post written for me by this man that I respected for his strength, courage and his fighting spirit – trying to put into words what it meant to me is almost impossible. Someone who knew they were going to die, someone facing eminent death took the time to reach out and publicly support me. I found it to be and still do consider it one of the most selfless things anyone has ever done for me.

I met Derek that following December, I b-lined for him when I saw him so I could finally thank him in person. I’m glad I have this photo below, my social anxiety kept me from most events where I would have had an opportunity to have gotten to know him better.

Airdrie & Derekphoto courtesy of Raul on Flickr

I end this with great sadness he is gone, with sincerest condolences to Airdrie and to the rest of his family and friends but also from a place of peace knowing that he touched so many people.

You can read Derek’s last words here, if you experience technical difficulties due to traffic there is a cached version of it located here instead.

And last but not least #FUCKCANCER.

This is What I Know

Published on September 29, 2010 by Corinna Carlson | 11 Comments

I know I haven’t been able to post. I have been letting things get to me and everything is starting to pile up and I feel like I may explode.

I have had a really shitty few months. I was hoping that after I quit my job that things would level off but as it turns out that is not to be as Gus is in her last couple / few weeks here. It sort of puts into perspective how ridiculous everything has been but it is also just a distraction. I can blame being depressed on the fact that Gus is dying for reals now. But I’m still depressed, I was before we got the news that she was taking her final turn on Monday.

I’ve been thinking so much concentrating on any one thing for more than a minute is futile. There are things I’m accepting about myself. And I say accepting because I’m attempting not to feel guilty about them which would mean that instead of feeling guilty all the time, I’m basically saying take it or leave it.

I’m accepting that I am never going to be easy to be friends with, or become friends with. I over share, I open up to fast, I wear my heart on my sleeve and in my twenties when I was dating and building friendships I never hid who I was, how messed up, self centered and selfish I was, I just was. I’ve always talked a lot, I’ve always been a story teller and if people didn’t like it I was in most cases able to have it roll right off me. I was young what did I really care if so and so didn’t like me. When a guy would dump me I remember I would try and help myself get over it by picturing their age if they were older and thinking how at their age I’d just be a notch on a board and they’d be a fleeting memory. But over the last few months I don’t think it is that wearing my heart on my sleeve isn’t working for me anymore it’s that my asshole meter and I keep trying to become friends with these already fucked up narcissists who just end up stomping my heart into a million little pieces. It is my fault as well, why not open up to friends I already have why do I need new ones, granted I figured that was healthy given I’m trying to work on getting out more and being more social. But I also feel like I’m getting older and that if people don’t like me, for who I am, then who am I? It feels lonelier than normal and I don’t want to change.

I wish I believed I deserved good things and good people in my life, I do have many but question why with how much and how badly I fuck up and I’m starting to feel too old to fuck up with the regularity that I do. It isn’t like I don’t know that people love me I just need resolution and when I can’t have it I go a bit insane or it is one of the things that sends me reeling.

Sometimes I think I’m a really shitty friend but then I also know that whenever someone really needs me I’m fucking there. I have always been a pretty recluse person and as I get older it only gets worse. I know that I’m hard, my walls are steep even with the extensive prologue I provide, but I know that I’m worth the extra effort. Life in general just doesn’t make it easy to remember that at times.