Feeling stuck here and unsure again how to handle–I know my son, my teenager–and as much as he doesnt want to admit it he struggles with anxiety–nothing to be ashamed of–but as a parent, and a parent that experiences it myself I see the signs–I have taken him in to be evaluated, but at this time there is not much of anything anyone will do so I try to teach him how to deal with it–the teen years make it worse, as for right now–he is one who hates talking in front of people (as in a class), doesnt raise his hand, doesnt ask questions, and kind of just cowars so to speak–when he knows he has to present himself the anxiety gets worse and sometimes he makes himself “sick” so to speak and his heart races—I try to encourage him as a parent to take baby steps–if he doesnt want to speak TO teachers with questions, then email, at least it is something–he even panics about this (the emails)–he is so afraid of their reactions, the reactions when he gives presentations (of other students as well as the teachers), afraid of the teachers responses, and even afraid of teachers thinking he is stupid, unworthy, bad, not good enough, ect—all the things teens struggle with anyway–I try to tell him that the teachers would be appreciative (so I think/thought)–I have emailed some of his teachers letting them know of this dilemna, his anxiety, him not speaking, ect–they all say thanks for letting them know–i reinterate to try to be encouraging to him–how the anxiety kicks in, ect—well this past weekend one of his teachers was so NOT understanding at all–my son has a class and he didnt do good on the test–he could do the questions over (all the kids could) and then meet with the teacher at some point and get extra point–the teacher also wanted them to come to help night and or a tutor—well we cant go to help night (no car) and cant afford a tutor–both things we told the teacher at the beginning of the semester–she seemed to be understanding–bringing this type of thing up embarasses my son–I know he just wants to fit in, and honestly understand (even though it hurts)–well all week been trying to get my son to email the teacher, to make the initiative about the test–he did the corrections and said he made stupid mistakes, that he fixed them—i told him email the teacher explain, and hopefully she should be understanding–he agonized about it all week–afraid the teacher would criticize him, degrade him, ect—the anxiety was horrible–but each day i tried to be encouraging—well this friday evening he finally emailed her (me thinking finally, i know how hard it was for him and proud he did)–he was terrified of her response (as honestly i was thinking, what kind of teacher would respond negative, right??)–well was I wrong—today he got an email back—he was terrified to open it/read it–i said go ahead, again thinking proud of him for writing—and low and behold the email was full of criticisms–first she gripes at him that it too him so long to write, second that since he took too long she will NOT be giving him any credit for the work he did, he was to get with a tutor and since he couldnt he was to get with her and have her sign it and now it is too late–she pretty much said he was lazy, and that he was totally unknowledgeable about the topic on the test and how poorly he did–(which in all honesty is exactly what scared my son and gave him anxiety a response like this)–he was so upset, hurt, mad he threw down the phone, was going to rip up his hard work, was crying, ect—-after a few hours he FINALLY calmed down and we went to the store–I explained to him how i too felt her response was inappropriate (especially since someone at his school just took his life due to grades, ect)–that she should at least wrote some encouraging words that thanked him for emailing, thanked him for taking the time, but that it was late however she would meet with him–something that was not ALL critical–sigh..he is nervous now about the class–sure he is even more nervous about ever writing a teacher again—but he is suppose to try and give her the test anyway after class, tell he her tried, knows he wont get credit, but wanted her to see it anyway)–honestly not sure if he will—and it is hard for me to be encouraging about that—-really debate writing a counselor at the school about the email, but unsure—it is just replies like that from the teacher that discourage my son, and am sure others who struggle with teen issues, fitting it, and anxiety–sigh=====not sure what to do
Been a long time, so it seems–one dark valley after another–after the food stamp cut, now I have Dept of Treasurey (from school loans) going to garnish my SSI–was so proud of my college degrees–now just the constant reminder of how “pathetic” we are-trying to fight the garnishing, but it isnt going very well and get so tired of fighting for everything–we fight every day for “survival” so to speak anyway–anything else is exhausting as am sure many know.
Writing today though for something else–it has been suicide prevention–and a day after my sons HS puts on a program on that a senior takes his own life–not writing that to make a connection, just more the irony–hard for kids/teens to comprehend and understand–my sons response was “why, he is a senior?”–not to sure how to explain some of that to him–as we talk about the pressures of HS in general, especially now a days–seems anymore the schools are so (well more the “criteria”) on GPS, grades, and tests–the more points, the better–and passing all the federal and state now standards–when I was in school, yeah way way way back when it wasnt like that–and the way schools are you either learn THIS way or you are screwed–my son actually tested into his school, was a straight A student–but even in Elementary school the teachers didnt like the “way” he learned–he was a memorizer–he was more artistic–he did not like writing–he would draw pictures instead and get an F–at one point I held him back (honestly he was struggling, but mainly because we were moving anyways, and just thought it would be better for him, his self esteem, ect in the long run)–this turned out to be true–but once HS has been here–he struggles–I have always pushed doing well in school, excelling, ect–do your work before play, checking everything–even as he started HS a few years ago–now I dont do that as much and just tell him how important his grades are for a future–he gets it, he understands…but… yeah some of the teachers just dont teach the way he learns best (no not blaming the teachers in any sense)–but it makes it hard–my son has his own “anxiety”, hates talking in class, questions, let a lone get in front of the class–sometimes he has panic attacks–I tell him to do the best he can–to try–well…. as a teen he doesnt do that so on participation grades he gets 0–of course as a parent–“mad”–but also trying to work with him–informed the teachers of his panic attacks–but it just goes no where—or some other classes where he does great on homework, projects, but when it comes to tests he bombs–therefore averaging a D in some classes-when he isnt a D student—i try to tell him to talk with the teachers, to do the extra credit–but in that sense when he gets home he is exhausted–he gets up at 5 and doesnt get home till 5—all school related, not extra curricular—a long day for a teen and he says when i get home I am tired and tired of learning–i understand that, however….. your teachers and grades dont–i try to be supportive–not making excuses–but am not sure what to do–am I doing it wrong–should i be more on him–i understand his anxiety, his test anxiety–but his future will also suffer–that is the way the state seems to be–i try to tell him to do his best–and he says he is–i know he is smarter then that…but, now babbling–just unsure how to handle it, where to draw the line but on the flip side NOT discourage, and reinterate that his GPA is all that matters—especially since rumors were that had a big reason why the student took his life–just sometimes it seems so much pressure on teens and kids now a days–and sadly enough, guess us parents add to that–know this was babble–sorry
This is one of those things i keep putting off–been wanting to write, but out of site out of mind for us–and that is exactly what been doing—made some reference to it, but back in end of February I lost one of my dearest friends to su–and as I write that, the tears flow–unfortunately she wasnt the first–and I learned the last time that keeping fb friends with her page (the first was Lisa a dear dear fb, college) friend of mine–anyway as I went to Lisa’s page it was always the reminder of those feelings: sadness, lost, and for me envy–i know how bad that sounds–and a lot of guilt—this time the same feelings, envy is really big–dont say much but we had a “pact”–wont go into the details, but..well..yeah… she gone, we still here–but so much sadness, lost, and with her lots of guilt–guilty that isnt relevant, really but so real to us-we often wonder did we not do enough, reach out enough, ect–will refer to her as Gen.. Gen and us had so so much in common–a commonality that was more then just liking, disliking the same things–we never met–we talked a few times (not much) and texted—until the very end when for the last few months we went in hiding—truth be told things triggered us–mainly due to the commonlarities–but more so we felt we were hindering her and her healing….so we pulled away–a few weeks (if that) before–we tried, and she tried to get in contact with us–we only wonder—-but the similarities over all the years we known her was just frightening (and no not in a scary way) but weird way–we were both from the same state, both had similar “things” happen, whenever we would text, write, or read on posts on FB–it was almost the exact thing we wrote, texted, or felt–so deep as our feelings, but also it she had a symptom (medical), a bruise, a cut, or anything—weird how we did to–but never knew how or why–which is part of our MH stuff–it was just so odd–but odd in a good way sometimes because this was truly a kindred spirit to us, a person whom truly in all sense understood—-and now she is gone 😦 it went even as far as her in real life BFF has the same name as ours—-this all still seems so surreal to us–maybe it is because we didnt talk all the time, so it is almost like she, or I is just hiding, trying to deal–and out of the blue we stupidly thing she will write, or text again—all the while our heart knowing it wont happen—we just miss her more then the words here can say—going to try and post a video here–makes me think of her–just truly miss her–she really was the only one—sure it was on FB, cyber world–we dont talk about her, her death, or anything—no one in our life cares about us, or anything—plus not sure any one would really understand–they are our feelings that we are so trying to deal with–some days are better then others–how we miss you–how we miss our BFF…our kindred spirit
RIP Gen–fly with butterflies RIP Lisa P
Am I really that unworthy?? cant fight the thoughts, feeling, depression–sigh..I have mentioned before the place I live–not sure if wrote how got here–long story if didnt–but I live upstairs from my landlord–used to be someone else, but now is not the best environment–dont see them much at all–the male is a pothead, alcoholic, animal abuser and loud, (we say emotional abuser at the least) anyway the upstairs, where we live has never been finished–something we have been promised for years and years–now keep in mind as you read this, that we have looked for other places, just cant find a place to take someone like us, and it is we need a place that my son can still get to school, us store, ect since no transportation–anyway, this place was suppose to be finished–but it never has been, the floors themselves are horrible, ugly—let alone the leaks in the ceiling, the leaks in the roof, the mold from the leaks, unfinished base boards, a deck (upper) that is falling apart–the leaks destroyed lots of stuff of ours, and the other room is not longer usable do to mold, the winter heat doesnt come up this far, and the central air doesnt either (when they choose to run it)–yeah the landlord knows this, seen it, and yeah has made promises–but now that is few and far between–we quit saying anything and just started documenting, and taking pics–wish could report it, but dont know how—my son has a docs excuse for the mold, and the males cigarette smoking, it hurts his lungs and his lung condition-the extreme heat and cold does too-but that doesnt matter to anyone–the yelling, noise, certain things that are done trigger our PTSD, as well as flashbacks, ect–things we wont get into–but when that happens there are times we cower and yeah just want it to stop—again things the landlord knows, things we have complained about, requested, ect–nothing is done..EVER
Does anyone hear us??? are we worthy of anything?? are we worthy of anything good in our life???ever???
is that reality, or the depression talking????
Been having a real hard time lately–and this past week just got worse–so it seemed–one of those incidents. things that I just dont understand–Obviously I struggle with MH issues, depression being one of them–I briefly mention some of the others–unfortunately too am on assistance–NOT something I like, nor want or wanted for that matter–I much rather be a working productive, helping person in society–work for my keep so to speak, be the parent I am suppose to be–be like it used to be so many years ago with my degrees, ect–anyway that came to an end as I struggle to survive each day–raising my teenage son (who gives me hope)–I hate being on assistance–but this past week we had our “re-evaluation”–having a teenager, in school and having to help clothe him, feed him, prepare him for his adult hood–food, shelter, clothing, and love–unfortunately we depend on assistance–ALOT–as the re-evaluation came I knew (due to another circumstance) that there would be a little cut–but the shock and devastation wasnt even close to it–first I called at my alloted time—a time THEY gave–I called with a phone that I cant afford minutes on, but that I have also through assistance–when I call it usually takes maybe 30 minutes max–but this time was different–was on hold for over an hour–and as the hour turned to longer, my anxiety, depression, and yes the tears and panic starts–going to run out of minutes, cant hang up, cant loose the connection, cant…… as my emotions got worse and worse–my son said hang up, “me I cant..cant miss it…cant lose the assistance…cant…” my son says maybe they forgot you, hang up call again…sigh…cant what if it starts the time over and i lose minutes—tears are now flowing heavily—now keep in mind other times, other years, usually they will zip through everything, and verify nothing changed, and say all is the same—this mainly so I didnt waste minutes–this time was different, oh so different—i begged please hurry in tears, almost out of minutes, please–after waiting for now an hour and half—the lady said need to go through the questions–everything the same I say, other then then thing i sent you–we still need to go through it she says–plz plz hurry–another half hour with questions, dumb one I thought–but at the end, my anxiety and tears already–she states you are getting a cut–oh ok–(because I knew it was some, honestly expecting 50 cut) but she informs me that they are checking everything and I received a $225 cut in assistance—me:are you fucking serious, how am i suppose to feed my son and I–no comment from her as tears are flowing–seriously—i been on hold for so long, wasted minutes only to get told you are cutting it so much—this amount wont even feed a dog for a month–seriously???? I hang up in tears, my son asks what wrong–and all I think and say we got cut–seriously—I dont lie, i dont cheat with my assistance, i dont cheat the government, I have been appreciative–and I get cut–I could be like so many others, I could work under the table, cheat on taxes, do drugs, alcohol, ect and lie about how much my rent, utilities are==but I dont (I stated that because the person who lives below me, also my landlord, her and her husband especially does all that is listed)–I DONT–I do the best I can and yeah I get cut–as my mind spins and I try to figure out how to survive, how to feed, clothe, and get my son ready for school, ect—-all the while my depression kicks in, the tears continue to fall for the past few days, and the thoughts am I worthy of anything??? am i really a burden, how pathetic cant even do anything for my son, sigh…guess the positive it is a good thing I struggle myself with an eating disorder huh.
as I further struggle is it even worth it–survival that is????
No good deed goes unpunished ehh…..
I wonder if anyone really understands what sports (hockey for us) does to a person–Been a hockey fan since college–then in 2009 when my team (Penguins) won a stanley cup it really helped me through a hard time–I know they didnt know that–but for those on here who understand it was a time I was in the “hospital”–at least while the playoffs were going–I got to watch it and there, people would watch with me, and most for the other team–but… it was just nice to have someone there–when I came home that year, my depression again came tumbling down–but kept telling myself if they win the stanley cup–i will hold on–will try and hold on–this was a memory, my then 6 year old son and I shared–now he had a memory–at that time I wrote about hockey–expressed my depression and feelings through hockey in another blog—-
Last year same thing–something about this time of year–but the hockey play offs kept me going–and low and behold they won–a huge memory again for my son and I, who is a teen now and actually remembers–the one thing anymore him and I agree on and get along, and do together–after that win, again my thought—at least now he has a memory–(just in case…) always the depression talking
Now this year–the playoffs came–and again the Pens are in the final–my son and I try and watch together, but this year he is more testosterone so to speak and his anger at the losses, and plays get to him, of which he takes out on me–sigh…I try to hide, and put it behind me–sit him in the “penalty box” LOL–but for someone with depression it is so hard—As the final wound down the series ended Sunday—my mind hopeful (for a brief moment in my life)–my son and I together for a brief moment–as the game is long–but finally about 11:30 pm–PENS score–again back to back Stanley Cup champions–wow, my son and I hug, but also trying to be quiet because of an idiot landlord–a memory again for my son, and the dread in my heart (is this the last??)–my mind raced most of the night–excited in a sense but yet not–getting disappointed because no one to laugh with, excite with, cheers with, celebrate with—alone–alone is what I felt—-as now the emotional exhaustion kicks in
Now a few days after the win, the exhaustion and lonliness gets worse–the depression gets worse, the dark shadow over comes, as my mind doesnt have anyone to share with, nor does my mind have anything else to focus on–as I wonder and think how tired I am–and trying to find the strength again to survive another year??–as odd as it sounds hockey, PENS do so much that I am sure they dont even realize–THANKS
as I wonder does depression, survival ever end–will I ever REALLY smile again?? really??
I usually dont struggle with “lonliness” but more so feeling alone–in the sense that no one understands, cares, believes, supports, ect—and where I live it is all true–have my son so dont usually feel lonly–but for some reason today–felt alone but lonely–very lonely–could be a variety of reasons why–always struggle with this day of the week anyway–my son as a teen is doing more on his own, or wants his space–makes me struggle more of being unneeded, unwanted, and why even hang on–sigh…
as was thinking of this a song by Doug Nichols, a song we sang in elementary school—it is about getting old–but to me today this song relates to older people but also those who struggle with mental health
They may walk slowly when you see them passing by, and sometimes it may seem they are in the way–but they were just like you, once upon a time, before the hands of time turned their hair to gray—give them attention, show them that you care let them know they are not forgotten, they got a lot to share, give them attention let your love shine through, it just may be that some day you will be old folks too. (by D. Nichols)
As i struggle today with lonliness, both in an older sense (not real old LOL but with a teenager) but also as a MH person.
REACH out to someone, it may be the difference to them in a way you will never realize–reach out today
struggling today–but then when arent we anymore
Only get talked to when you arent busy (why cant people make the time)
Only get “heat” when you so call feel like it–landlord lives downstairs–governs the heat–however, it never blows up through our vents–we complained and of course get, nothing we can do….seriously this is YOUR place, your job as a landlord–therefore had to charge a heater (as they sit downstairs in the warmth)
Only get “cool” air in the summer when you feel like it–the heat, humidity upstairs is unbearable in the summer–both me and now my son have lung, breathing issues–of which we complained, and the landlord knows about–but again, nothing we can do, as they sit downstairs in the cold, cool air.
Only get..well never but when you know things trigger our PTSD, and other stuff–you know the things that make it worse, and what it does to us–things that can be avoided–things you knew about when you asked us to move in here–however, things you CHOOSE not to do anything about as our MH, PTSD suffer and there are times all we want to do is make it stop—sigh…
the only gets could go on and on and on–
thinking will stop writing now—we are just INVISIBLE, and all this helps us realize the true reason why we never think we deserve anything
as wind down this post now tremendously feel and apologize how SELFISH we sound..ugh SORRY
stuck at a standstill
no where to go
no one wants us anyhow
no moving forward
no going back
all just is
all just overwelming
just stand in the spot
and the only hope it seems
is the world will just swallow us up
just wanting it all to end
wondering but knowing
no one would even know
we were gone
A huge struggle for me and my MH stuff–no one has ever heard us, cared, anything–way back to child hood to now–struggling with being “invisible”–therefore anymore we dont talk, write, or reach out–never heard anyways–the house we live in (upper apt) can be hell–needless to say we now live above a remarried landlord who has married an alcoholic, drug user, who can also be abusive–needless to say to is very very loud–and loudness, the sudden noises is a huge huge huge PTSD trigger for us–something the landlord has known..sigh..and anyone who has PTSD knows some of the effects–and when it hits, unfortunately the other MH issues prevent us from being able to use any coping techniques–all those voices, words, blah blah blah–there are times we just want everything to just STOP—this seems to be an everyday thing anymore and no matter what we ask or say—it is NEVER heard–plus the flashbacks from hearing the yelling downstairs doesnt help either—we try to cope, but to us it is hell and even my son struggles—his issue is health related–i believe it is also anxiety, panic attack related but evaluation says no–we have been to the doctors more times these past few months then his lifetime–he is a teen, but his breathing (something he struggled with as a kid too_ but never to this extent–sure the “mold” around and what the landlord was burning in furnace, the smoking, ect made it all worse–we have gotten several documentations from the doctor saying this affects his health–gave it to the landlord–again NEVER heard–NEVER cared—last night again was the worst for my son–we get up at 5:30 for school–he tries to go bed by 10–after springbreak it was hard to get to sleep (me never sleep it seems mind races) anyway at 11:00 he comes into my room–AGAIN the downstairs music, tv, whatever is so loud it vibrates his floor–usually it is mine but this time was his–his anxiety kicked in, his chest issues, ect–sigh…after 30 minutes i finally texted them–knock it off plz–after also copying all the noise violation charges and tenant/landlord laws–finally they stopped–but really?????? we want to give them the copy of the “laws”–but know they will tell us to leave—really?? sad thing is the lady/landlord was friends with us–she knows our struggles with MH and invited us here–she knows we have no money and all our assistance goes to them for rent–no money–thought she cared—but with all this again realize we are INVISIBLE–never heard
going to go now, depression hitting hard as well as other stuff–thanks for listening/reading–normally we dont write “personal” stuff per se about our life–more of our MH stuff–but…. so alone, not feeling lonly but alone and wonder–does anyone care–never heard