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The worst part, I think, of being in a terrible headspace is the weirdly detached feeling of KNOWING that I am in a terrible headspace and why. It's like I am a puppet or written character or watching television; I have total control and yet none.
(So yes, I AM in a terrible headspace, why do you ask?)
The detachment is my logical brain, my medicated brain, keeping an eye on things. When I am feeling positive about whatever it is I'm feeling positive about, that part of my mind is quiet, or at least unobtrusive. When I am deeply unhappy? I notice it a lot more, and not in a corner-of-the-eye-blink-and-you'll-miss-it kind of way.
It doesn't make the mood worse, at least. Nor does it make it better. It's just there.
I don't even know if it's comforting or annoying, good or bad. Maybe it's the rope I need to haul myself out of the dark places my brain goes to because depression is awful, yo. Maybe it's a way for the knowing part of me (so often over-ridden by emotion when I slide down the spiral) to remind the believing part that the way out is through, thanks to better living through chemistry.
Or maybe, despite the mental illness, I have never been NORMAL. *snerk* Now that's something I could believe.
(So yes, I AM in a terrible headspace, why do you ask?)
The detachment is my logical brain, my medicated brain, keeping an eye on things. When I am feeling positive about whatever it is I'm feeling positive about, that part of my mind is quiet, or at least unobtrusive. When I am deeply unhappy? I notice it a lot more, and not in a corner-of-the-eye-blink-and-you'll-miss-it kind of way.
It doesn't make the mood worse, at least. Nor does it make it better. It's just there.
I don't even know if it's comforting or annoying, good or bad. Maybe it's the rope I need to haul myself out of the dark places my brain goes to because depression is awful, yo. Maybe it's a way for the knowing part of me (so often over-ridden by emotion when I slide down the spiral) to remind the believing part that the way out is through, thanks to better living through chemistry.
Or maybe, despite the mental illness, I have never been NORMAL. *snerk* Now that's something I could believe.
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Sounds like the meds aren't working to me. Do you still see that psychiatrist? I would make an appt ASAP. Med changes take awhile to kick in so it's best to get on that train sooner rather than later.
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I was going to make the call for a med-refill. But it might be worth changing (again! *sigh*).