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I wanted to write and draw as that is how I usually deal with mental anguish but I wasn’t allowed to have the pencil in case someone stole it and tried to gouge their eyes out or whatever.  I wanted to take a walk, but couldn’t leave the floor in case I didn’t come back.  We got to fill out the hospital menu, and had lots of options, so I would order huge amounts of food (for me) and ended up gaining a few pounds in the few days I was there.  I wasn’t underweight or anything, but that was the small amount of control we had.\n\tThe staff seemed to be able to tell I wasn’t high risk, and because I had checked myself in, instead of being forced in by family or authorities, they always seemed relaxed around me.  I buried my nose in a book (that the wonderful nurse let me grab from the locked library room when I first arrived) and tried to just get through the fear and anxiety of the strange new place I thought would help me with my desperate feelings of uselessness… Being locked in a ward that was about 30 paces from one end to the other wasn’t super helpful for me in the long term.  It did help me get a new perspective on my life that got me through almost another year.  I missed my kids, especially my 1 year old son.  I needed to get away but that psych ward wasn’t what I needed.  I’m not a danger to myself or others.  If I start to feel that way, it’s a huge red flag that I need help or a big change to get back to ‘normal’.\n\tAs summer nears again, I feel the desperation return.  I can’t catch up, to bills or chores or kids or self-improvement or exercise.  I’m a big fat lump with no motivation to do anything past barely surviving.  I can only function because of the guilt I feel about letting my family down.  I started making jewelry this year, which feels great, until it comes time to try to make money from the ‘hobby’, and I feel Impostor Syndrome, I look at my pieces as I post them online and realize how trashy and cheap they look.  Who would pay for that?  It looks like something a kid would give to an aunt, who would say “Thanks!”, then put it in a drawer and never look at it again.  I developed panic attacks when I would attempt to post new necklaces.  I withdrew and thought about giving up on it.\n\tI used to be a positive person.  I can still look on the bright side of anything that doesn’t directly have to do with myself.  I’m stuck in a loop, running on a hamster wheel that won’t slow down, so if I just stop I fall and fall and fall.  The antidepressant, the anti-anxiety pills, the sleeping pills, and the vitamins all help, but if I wait longer in the evening to take my meds, the mania sets in and I can’t stop talking, worrying, anxious guiltiness, fidgeting.  So I take my medicine as soon as seems appropriate, and check out of life by 8 pm every night.  My husband puts our toddler to bed and the teenager is self-sufficient enough to brush his teeth and shower and get to bed early enough to get himself up and on the bus to school on time.  I don’t cook at all anymore, and do my best to keep the shared living spaces tidy and the laundry clean, but not usually put away.  I tell myself it’s okay, it’s just mom life, we all go through this dehumanizing bullshit and if I just hang in there until my kids are grown I can finally have my own life.\n\tI got pregnant with my son when I was 15.  My parents didn’t throw me out or make a huge fuss “We’re not mad, just disappointed”.  I graduated high school with honors and started college.  I realized what I was missing out on, and tried to have fun instead of be responsible.  That led to me dropping out of college and working full time at a local grocery store and running around as much as possible while my son was at his father’s place visiting or with my parents.  I was searching for my youth and only ended up with some fun memories but no lasting relationships.  I had another son.  I loved them fiercely but felt like my life was beginning to crumble into something uncontrollable.  I was 19.  I worked when I could and got food stamps.  We lived in a mobile home in the park my parents had been running for decades.  My life wasn’t awful, and I felt fortunate to have parents who loved me no matter what.  I didn’t drink or do drugs.  I jumped into the online dating scene where I eventually met my husband.  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