The Inevitable Crash
Well, here we go again. I was feeling so good. I was living my life, and things were going pretty darn well. I got to take a weekend trip far away and had an absolute blast. I was really living high. I felt so good it made me nervous. And this is why. Because invariably, once I’m up, I must come down. The better I feel, the harder I crash. So based on how content-even happy-I was up to this point, this has the potential to be a real low. I can look at the situation from outside myself and see that it’s silly. But I suppose it is akin to that feeling you get the day after Christmas when you’re a kid. One day you’re on top of the world, the next day it’s all over and you just can’t imagine waiting a whole year to feel that happy again. That’s where I’m at now. It’s the day after Christmas and all the good stuff has already happened. There’s nothing left to look forward to. I can’t see any reason to be cheerful. I know it’s terribly selfish of me to want it to be Christmas everyday, and indeed I don’t really want that, as a special occasion would not be special if it occurred too frequently. I simply want to be…optimistic. Hopeful. For what, I don’t know. I just know that I need something to dream about, something to wish for, something to wait for. During these downhill slides, I lose sight of everything good in my life. It’s as though I’m wearing blinders and can’t see what’s right in front of me. The depression creeps in and wraps its icy arms around me. At least one part of me disagrees with what I’m telling you right now. One of the K’s sees the bright side of things and can always find something positive, no matter how crappy the situation. But that’s not me. No, I’m the realist. Note that I did NOT say pessimist. REALIST. I believe that life is rough and slaps you around and most people are only looking out for themselves. I believe these things because these are the things I’ve learned in my lifetime. Maybe I’m just cynical, but I know that I’ve learned a few things in my time on this earth, and what I’ve learned is not necessarily of a positive nature. No, the world is harsh and cold and tough and there’s always something standing in the way of your happiness. It’s how you handle all of these problems that makes the difference in your life. Take my current situation. I’ve been so happy for so many days in a row now that I’m crashing hard and fast back down to earth. I can either continue to free-fall and land in a jumbled, broken mess or I can try to fly, as silly as that sounds.
Skip ahead 2 days: I did not fly. I crashed and burned. Yeah, I really fell hard this time, and lost my shit pretty hardcore. I’ve been hiding in my bedroom for the past two days and I just can’t bring myself to come out. I have an adjoining bathroom, and I have a stash of Diet Coke and a box of Cheez-its. I was separated from my pills, but my husband was thoughtful enough to bring them to me, and so now there is no reason for me to leave this room. Truth be told, I’m scared to leave this room. I have been sitting on the bed for an indeterminate amount of time, watching the sky outside my window grow darker and darker, the clouds reaching out like fingers trying to grab me. Now it’s pitch black and I can’t see a thing. Normally I’d be far too paranoid to have the blinds open, but since I have no lights on anywhere, I know that no one can see me. I hide in the shadows. I am like a statue, I haven’t moved in what must be hours…nothing except the hands on my keyboard that is. Twitter is my connection to the outside world. It is the only way I will communicate-I’m not answering my phone or the door. The support I receive from people on Twitter helps us hold on, it really does. Sometimes a tweet makes all the difference in the world to us by letting me know there’s someone out there somewhere, and I am not alone. I’m not sure which K is tweeting during this meltdown; probably a few. We are all over the map, personality wise. I am coming in and out of consciousness… I can’t keep up with how often I’m switching or who’s out when. I keep eating Xanax and Risperdal and Seroquel. Just feels like my mind is in overdrive and the pressure is almost unbearable. If I didn’t know better, I’d think my head was going to burst wide open like a water balloon. There’s a lot of arguing in my head. All the voices are yelling at me and each other and there’s an ungodly amount of noise inside my mind. That’s the reason I’m in seclusion. I can’t tolerate any more stimulation of any kind-audible or visual. I MUST sit alone in the dark, in the silence. This is my only respite.