Tag Archives: Anxiety and Clinical Depression

Songs on Saturday ~ R.E.M.

I’m so in love with you

This is for a friend of mine ~ someone I care about very deeply, especially now, when everybody hurts.  Including me.

Please listen with love.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

I would rather be here, with a close friend

I Need Help

nobody can be right all the time

It takes a lot for me to admit that I just don’t know ~ honestly saying to someone that I don’t have all the answers is difficult for me.  Appearing to be less than perfectly in control is an uncomfortable feeling and it takes a lot of guts for me to go there.  Admitting that I’m out of my depth, that I’m at a loss, that I haven’t got a clue what to do next, seems to me to show weakness.  In the hard-knock schools I was brought up in, to show weakness was to invite ridicule, persecution, bullying.  Even in my most senior roles in business, to be weak meant that you went to the wall.

To ask someone else for help, and genuinely mean that I needed help, has never been something that came easily to me.  In all of my life I guess the only people I have ever asked for help have been doctors and…..  nope, that’s it, doctors.

Well, now I need help, and the only thing I can think of to do is to pray, and sincerely mean my prayers.  It’s day 42 of lockdown, and because I was sick before March 23rd this is actually the 48th day I have been in quarantine / self-isolation.  I am emotionally and spiritually bereft.  I have a serious mental / emotional / relationship problem to deal with, and I’ve got nothing.  The well is fucking empty.  And me, the guy who can do anything, hasn’t got a clue what to do.

It’s like I’ve been driving in a great car, along a good straight road, through cool countryside by the ocean ~ and suddenly I’m standing there in the desert.  Alone.  And it’s hot, harsh, brutal, empty, and silent.

Where do I go from here?

I don’t have a clue.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

some deserts are pretty

right now mine is just brutal

The Perils of Lockdown

trust me on this one ~ lockdown isn’t much fun

I got sick from the coronavirus before a nation-wide lockdown was imposed on the entire United Kingdom.  So, this is Day 10 of my being completely isolated in the garret, and I’m slightly miffed about it all.  Being a sick hermit, not going out, seeing nobody at all, with nobody allowed into my place, isn’t as much fun as you might think.

The upside is that there is utter, complete, peace and quiet ~ whenever you want it.

The downsides include:

  • It’s no fun for a guy to be sick without anyone to complain to.
  • There’s no nurse to make the bed, bring drinks, and sort out the proper medication.
  • Unless you’re at death’s door you can’t get medical treatment anyway.
  • Watching endless reruns on TV is stultifying.
  • Eating the worst diet you can imagine, out of cans.
  • Snacking all day and half the night.
  • A complete lack of physical exercise.
  • Not shaving, washing, or changing out of the sweats you were wearing a week ago.
  • Loneliness, utter boredom, anxiety, depression, paranoia.

And, if I was still drinking, I’d probably be drinking 24 / 7.

If there is anyway on this Earth you can avoid being incarcerated alone during a lockdown, just go for it.

~

Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

I haven’t got one of these,

It would be nicer.

Dumb and Dumber

stupid to  be alone or just damn dumb

~

I have done some terrible, stupid, and damn idiotic things in my life, but in the past few weeks I have been drifting between crazy and insane

Some drinking but not much, very bad insomnia, no good food, so I have been feeling weary and had no cognitive skills at all.

Luckily I am coming out of this fugue now, and becoming more like my real self.

I sincerely apologize to you all.

~

Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

I have been feeling lonely and isolated

 

Hot California Nights

I can’t stop looking at you, can I buy you a drink?

~

on a stool at the bar

a foxy woman, solitary

older, alone in a dark corner

drinking straight bourbon, heavily

staring blankly down at the counter

conversations offered ending unhappily

perhaps I could and should have ignored her

I knew it could only end in one way

her bad memories, bitter tears

but gently I lead her away

carefully to my car

where she vomited, noisily, messily

the fox confirmed my worst fears

but later I still had my way

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

wealth, foxy women, and too much wine

can make anything happen in this life

 

(the poetic form is a bastardized Rondeau)

 

Stress #7 ~ Anxiety and Depression

if you’re going through hell, keep going

Severe anxiety and depression will blight your life, make you incapable of doing even the simplest things, alter your personality for the worse, give you panic attacks, headaches, breathing problems, digestive problems, heart problems, extreme fatigue, and fill you with a foreboding of doom.  Oh, and most likely your blood pressure will go through the roof.

Go to see your doctor and most likely they will tell you that you are suffering from a mild to moderate state of anxiety and depression, and medicate you with something like Xanax or Prozac, amd maybe Zyprexa.  All of these drugs directly affect the chemistry in your brain ~ when you take them you are not you.  All of these drugs have serious side effects, up to and including making you want to commit suicide.  Unless body, mind, and spirit are all nurtured, full recovery can never take place.  Taking an antidepressant / anti-anxiety drug is just painting over the problem, you need to find the proximate cause of your severe mental illness and find a way of dealing with it.

The potential causes of your anxiety and depression are many and mostly a part of what should be a normal life ~ but even normality can be taken to extremes.  You will probably have recently experienced, or still be suffering, one or more of these shattering events; death of a loved one, or someone you felt you should have loved, a failed relationship, a toxic and dysfunctional relationship, separation, leaving home, divorce, physical illness, a very shitty job, loss of your job, poverty, bullying, fear, taking care of the sick and elderly, worry about getting old and your looks, lack of good sex, spiritual issues…..  and you are most likely addicted to booze, medication, or something like pot and cocaine.  Also, anything and everything bad in your past means you are suffering from stored pain.

Nobody is even remotely interested in your pain.  Your family and friends will proffer fatuous and useless advice.  You must be willing to take full responsibility for your own physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual health.  Especially you must stop hurting yourself with booze, too much medication, drugs, cigarettes, bad food, not eating, and not getting enough sunshine, fresh air, and exercise.  If you don’t take care of yourself you will get sicker, you might die.

Most importantly stop trying to please other people all the time.  You cannot ever change other people, you can only distance yourself from them so they stop hurting you.  You must be the real and true you, and not someone that those around you think you should be.

Some say that you cause all your own problems.  And that you just spend all your time feeling sorry for yourself.  All I know is that you will get much better if you stop listening to all those unhelpful toxic people.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

you can get used to almost anything

except death, but by then nothing matters

Stress #5 ~ Getting Out

that’s why I drink ~ escaping from the real world

Some situations you can find yourself in are uncomfortable, painful, difficult, dangerous, intolerable.  It might be work, family, marriage, living with someone, romance, an affair, a stalker…..  It could be as bad as gaslighting, where you are being psychologically manipulated so much as to doubt your own sanity.  Or you could be verbally and physically abused, bullied, threatened, and deeply hurt.

I myself was once bullied at work by my director, aka the Ginger Bitch, she was a woman and I was a very senior and very successful executive.  It made going in to work at all an immensely stressful thing, it kept me awake at nights, and I started drinking far too much.  Drinking too much is only a temporary escape.  For a while I fantasized about pushing her into traffic on a very busy London road, decided that wasn’t a good plan.  So, I did the only sensible thing I could, and left that job, got myself out of there, escaped.

If you are in an intolerable situation, then the most sensible thing you can do is leave, get out, escape, leave town, change all your numbers and email addresses…..

And this is where it will get heartbreaking for you.  Leaving home is a momentous decision you will shy away from making, put off for as long as possible.  You would rather live in misery than make the irreversible decision to leave your abuser.  Before that you will try all kinds of other ways to escape; booze, drugs, an affair, promiscuity, vacations on your own with all of the aforementioned.

It’s no good, eventually for your own safety and sanity you will have to leave.  Before that you need to prepare;

  • tell nobody of your plans, not family nor friends
  • stash away a lot of cash in a place known only to you
  • if you can find a place, say a storage unit, then stash away clothes, shoes, utensils, and anything else you might need in your new life
  • get a new cell, new email id, new internet provider, new tablet
  • decide where you are going to go, not to your family nor friends because your abuser will find you there ~ a woman’s refuge in another town is good
  • leave home when your abuser is at work, at a bar, with their whore, vanish, disappear, tell no one or your abuser will find you
  • buy a different car, preferably a van, pick up your stuff, and drive, keep to all the traffic laws, drive a long way in an unexpected direction

Sadly it might be more complicated than that.  You may have kids in tow, you might be reported to the police as anything from a missing person to a kidnapper of your own children, you have no job so you might go broke fast, if you tell a relative where you are then your abuser will find you.  Tell nobody, and I mean nobody where you are; send a postcard from another state to tell people that you are safe.

Some say that escaping is easy, it’s found at the bottom of a bottle of booze.  And that things are bound to get better soon.  All I know is that escaping takes bravery, determination, and a shed load of preparation.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

just think how good freedom will feel

The Perils of Living Alone

we realise we are all alone when we need others the most

Gary Cooper in High Noon

Discharged from hospital and back at the garret much earlier than I expected.  At first it was very quiet and very strange in here, after the organised hustle and bustle at the hospital.  It was also cold, the heating was off, maybe I turned it off before I left.  The thing is, if you live alone you are completely responsible for what happens in your place.

The first time you try living alone can be both strange and exhilarating.  In theory you can do whatever you want whenever you want.  You can stay up late watching TV, or you might work through the night on your latest creative project with no threat of interruption.  You can decorate your place however you like.  If you want to be sexually promiscuous you can bring whomsoever you want back to your place, and if you want to smoke pot and drink all night you can do that too.  You don’t have to clean the place except when it suits you, and if you want to you can stay in bed all weekend.

The astute among you may have noticed a worrying trend in what I’ve just said.  If you live alone it’s very easy to lose control and start living the life of a lazy hedonist, and many who live alone adopt that lifestyle for the whole of the rest of their short, sad, dangerous, reprehensible lives.  There is another issue with living alone, you will have a higher probability of developing a mental illness than those who live with someone else, as long as the someone else is congenial.

For most of the time I have lived alone I have stayed sane and safe, displaying self-control and a sense of self-worth, but…..  every now and again I lost that control and became something of a hedonist alcoholic fool.  The thing is, I have enough money to afford to be a hedonist alcoholic from time to time without worrying about my finances ~ and that’s a dangerous place to be.

Things will be different now, I have put some secure checks and balances in place, I’m in the process of building myself a much stronger support network, and most importantly I don’t really want to suffer that much pain, or be at Death’s door again.  It’s all very well being able to do whatever I want, whenever I want, but it’s going to be much better if the things I do are worthwhile and benefit myself and others.  Most of all, I need to look after myself; physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.  I don’t want to find myself back in hospital, not knowing how I got there.

Some say they like to be alone, but hate to be lonely.  And that it’s OK to live a life others don’t understand.  All I know is that if you live alone you have nobody else to blame when things go wrong.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

for some, living alone is very like being in solitary confinement.

Down and Troubled

the trouble with introspection is that is has no end

my mood today

Still in hospital ~ I’m pretty down, depressed, and very troubled.  Nothing seems to be going right for me ~ excepting I’m not dead and I haven’t had to have major surgery.  I have some good and caring friends on this site, and who I met through this site, but I’m certain all of them think I’m crazy.  Nothing much I can do about that other than every single day try to be a better man than I was yesterday.  I hope my friends try to understand.

Now I’m free of the catheter I was able to take a bath this morning ~ you might have no idea just how good a soak in a hot bath feels if all you’ve had in about 10 days is a bed bath.  My skin doesn’t feel madly itchy, and my hair doesn’t feel greasy and lousy anymore ~ and I had a proper wet shave.  They won’t let me wear aftershave; why is that?

I’ve seen the nutritionist, who was nice, even though she gave me a good talking-to about my previous eating habits, and especially about my getting very drunk every few weeks.  I have to completely change my lifestyle, and eat a modified Paleo diet;

  • No Alcohol at all, ever
  • lots of fruits and vegetables
  • high fibre plants and whole grains, but not legumes
  • nuts and seeds, but not peanuts
  • low fat meats and oily fish
  • very little added sugar, salt ~ and no trans fats, saturated fats, refined carbohydrates (flour)
  • no processed foods at all

But I can have black coffee and green tea.

Why do I think my whole life up ’till now has been a total failure?  But dreams can come true, if you have your dreams and you’re strong enough.

The most introspective of souls are often those that have been hurt the most.  ~  Shannon Alder

Other things on my agenda today are an ultrasound on my carotid arteries and a PET scan ~ they keep testing me for possible precancerous signs.  Thus far I’ve been lucky, apart from early-stage alcoholic fatty liver.

I also have to go for a walk today.  That should be fun, so far everywhere I needed to go in here a porter took me in a wheelchair.  If I’m going home tomorrow I’ve got to get up and get back on my own two feet again.  That’s not just walking, that’s my whole life ~ because at the moment large parts of my life are down the toilet.

Some say that if you have just one good friend then you can do anything.  And that if you truly love someone you can conquer the world. Too bad that love is blind.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

my life is merely a darkling reflection in a winter mirror

Bitterness and Resentments

let today be the day I stop being haunted by the ghosts of the past

black lonely desolate

There are some thoughts, emotions, beliefs, and people that I no longer want to be part of my life ~ especially not this different life I am living today, the different and better life I have known since The Full Wolf Moon.  I look in the mirror and the eyes that look back at me are far to hard and brittle, too guarded, too untrusting for the man I wish to become.  Some of that is the product of my whole life, and some of it comes from what was a dysfunctional relationship, where I felt that I was giving far more than I received in return.

Truth be told, relationships are not supposed to be like that, if it’s going to work well a relationship between a man and a woman should have balance and harmony, what we are pleased to call ‘give and take’.  And, truth be told my bitterness and resentments are my own, they don’t belong to anyone else, and nobody else could have created them in me.  Like each and every single thing that happens to us, my negative feelings are things that I did to myself.  Nothing happens to us unless we allow it, up to and including being the victim of a natural disaster.  Nobody forced you to live in an earthquake zone, or where there are wildfires, and nobody forced the passengers to get on the Titanic.

Specifically my bitterness and resentments were created by some relationships I chose to enter into, and then I stayed in those relationships long past the time I should have just walked away without looking back.  Some people are toxic, and while people may change, the memory of that toxicity will live on…..

I do not want any of that in my life, so how do I change it?  And I have no fucking idea about how to turn that around, to lose the bitterness and resentments, to lose the memories of toxic and dysfunctional relationships, to begin to innocently trust again.  I’m trying to find a way, and there’s nothing there.

All I can do is tell my conscious mind that I want a lighter and more innocent set of thoughts, emotions, and beliefs.  I want to only ever remember the good things about relationships past and present, I want to regain my sense of trust, my feeling of fun, my joy in the people I know.  I want to be in a place where I truly accept, understand, nurture, and cherish those I profess to care for.  I want my unconscious mind to pay attention and change my own hard-wired feelings and beliefs for something far better.

Some say, once bitten twice shy.  And fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.  All I know is that I would rather be an innocent fool than a guy with very hard eyes.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

a new dawn

a new hope

 

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