Move, Bitch

I went to see another caseworker at the psych clinic today. She's going to help me find an interim job until I can pass my damned practical exam. She may even help with housing. I know I have a place to live, but it's only a room, not a whole living space where I could keep my children.

Speaking of place to live, I move in on Sunday. I'm going to Killeen and packing as much as I can in my car and then unpack in Round Rock. I should do this early so the heat won't get to me. It can get difficult in a car with no A/C driving in Texas heat. I'm anxious for this move. I think it will be good for me.

What's New

Things are happening.
1. The trip to the hospital was, thankfully, a short visit. Even though I had an episode one day, they had me go home a couple days later. They took me off my wellbutrin all together, upped my prozac, and kept my zyprexa normal.
2. To continue, the urge to steal is minimal. I still get the urge, but I don't give in. I caved a little today, but it was the first time since being home from the hospital and I only took one thing. I know that's still bad, but it's better than it was.
3. I went to my friend, Tina's, house for the autumn equinox and she told me she has a room available. So, yay, I have a place to live in that's close to the kids. She lives about twenty minutes away in Round Rock and only 10 minutes away from where I plan to work at.
4. Currently completely out of money. I'm pretty much stranded here at J's, but it's fine. J, having been fired last month, is having the time of his life being home, but he's broke as shit and is starting to panic. Unemployment will *maybe* hit on Monday

That is all.

Shit

Had a serious schizo episode and am sitting in the ER. I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here even though I drove myself. I'm confused and scared and angry. Just keeping you posted.

Stuff

Finally got caught shoplifting,  so I'm no longer allowed into any local Targets. On Tuesday I'm going to call my psych and see if they can do something about the urge. The security lady even told me I look zoned out, detached. She had apparently spoken to me once before, which I don't even remember.

I hope this gets taken care of. I'm addicted to the rush, but I don't want to go to jail. I feel so fucking stupid.

Decisions

So J asked me to move back in with him. I was so in shock that instead of answering his question, I asked him if he was high. Seriously.

I don't know what to think right now. I agreed, and he's offering to help me with my goals, both in my physical and mental health, and career wise. I just, I don't know. I find it weird. We want what's best for the children. We want some semblance of a normal family. Right now everything is just a mess. Hopefully, together, we can figure something out that will work.

*shrug* I have no idea what I'm doing. *sigh*

Quick update

My medications have been adjusted again. I'm having a hard time separating reality from the fantasy and horror my mind creates. Sleep is usually restless. The kleptomania is getting worse. It seems I can't walk into the store without shoving a handful of random things in my bag. I still shop and pay, but stealing is getting harder not to do.

I graduated from beauty school a few weeks ago, even though my official last day is this Friday.  I'm going to miss a lot of the people that I met over this past year. I'm ready for a break, though.

*SIGH*

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.

I thought once I had my ovary removed I'd be doing better. Turns out that one of the cysts on my ovary was actually endometrial tissue implanted. Long story short, I have endometriosis, which is no surprise to me. It explains all the issues I've had with heavy bleeding and excruciating pain. Unfortunately, it seems I have more issues.

I went to the ER twice in one week due to pain. I have two kidney stones in one kidney, and one large one in the other. I know I passed an extra one about a week or two ago thanks to the ridiculous pain and bleeding from my urethra. On top of that, it seems I have IBS and my bowel movements have fluctuated from one extreme to another, never finding something normal in between. It's horribly uncomfortable and painful. So, now I've been bouncing around between my PCP, OBGYN, GI, and urologist. I'm so thankful I have medicaid as insurance. I couldn't imagine the astronomical medical bills I'd have by now. Thank you, government funding.

My mental health hasn't been that great, either. I've had several episodes since December. They're pretty frequent, and range anywhere between regular anxiety over nothing to hallucinating and hiding in my room while in tears. It's frustrating. My psychiatrist added more medication in hopes that it would help. I'm not happy about it. I went from one pill a day to several. I have one for the anxiety, one for the moods, one for the psychosis, one as a boost for the others, and one for insomnia. The changes to the meds are pretty recent, about a few weeks, so I'm just waiting to see how this goes. I hate being used as a guinea pig for this shit. I just want to give up.

Besides my health, everything else is OK. My program director at my school has been helping me out and understanding, so I should be able to graduate in time even though I have missed way too much school. I should have been done with the cosmetology program back in April, but missed a lot of school due to my health, mental, physical, or both.

I hope things will get better soon. I don't want to spend another year struggling to function. I'm tired. I just want to give up on life, but know I have to keep on trucking even though I'm so tired.

There's so much more I want to talk about, about friends and family I want to vent about, but I just don't have the energy. My own personal problems are enough.

Ugh

I feel like the Universe is purposely fucking my shit up to see how much I handle before I end up back in the hospital. I'm serious. There are days were I want to be committed so bad but keep going because I'm a fucking adult, I'll just drown it in booze and tears.

I want to quit life so much. I hate being this fucked. I hate being sick.