I've been trying to go to sleep for 1.5 hours and it usually isn't too hard.
First, I wanted to ask for touch from partner and just couldn't for 1 hour before and was feeling so alone and touch needy and I heard her get up and go to the kitchen so I went to the kitchen and hugged her. She could tell I had been crying and I told her that I missed her.
Back to bed. Still couldn't calm down. I knew I needed to take melatonin but just couldn't. I could get up and smoke weed. Could neutralize the racing thoughts. Could google and read about whatevers. Could remember the disorders and resist the numerous unhealthy urges.
We are v low on weed but I went to the TV room, asked about weed, and was aided in my quest. All despite anxiety about people, anxiety about being visibly upset, and fighting voices/racing thoughts.
After an awkward interaction ran back to room. Partner overrode the executive dysfunction I had around taking melatonin after I opened up about having executive dysfunction and ... I forgot.
Then I settled down a bit but was still having racing thoughts, high blood pressure and having difficulty relaxing. I sat up and heard a loud ringing/buzzing some sort of high pitched noise. I unplugged my charger and sure enough. I immediately relaxed.
I am upset that I broke. I hate breaking. It is so miserable everytime. I handled it this time but I feel like it was a fluke. I always feel like I barely make it. Idk it was just a clusterfuck of symptoms to run through. And I *have to like. I don't have a fucking choice. I have to go through all these fucking things to see what's really going on and I feel so angry now that that's a thing I have to do. Like I need to be asleep why tf am I typing this? So that I'll at least have something for next time bc my memory is just SOOOO shit for SOOO many reasons.
Getting through it in this way where I handled it myself (in quotations) I maintained healthy boundaries is what I really mean... it doesn't fucking feel good. I don't feel better. Better doesn't feel good. It just doesn't. It is hard and the payoff isn't great but idk I guess it isn't as bad? That's all there is...
My brain requires so much labor and I legitimately feel such dread around that. I don't know if I will be able to do any of the things I want to do with my life. I want to get a degree. I want to not be working this shit job that eats me. I want to have an actual career. I want to also take care of myself. I want to have kids. I want to have healthy relationships. I want to read and write and create. I want to do more than what I am capable of and it is just so fucking painful.
I just don't see how any of that is ever going to be possible. Legitimately. And I just feel so fucking hopeless about it.
Then I start to feel guilt. I know I have privileges. I .... blegh topic switch time...
Maybe I just need to keep my goals small and achievable. If I keep looking at what is out of my capabilities, of course I am going to fail and be miserable all the time.
I need to take care of me. I need to take care of me. I need to take care of me. I need to take care of me. I need to take care of me. I need to take care of me.
I am starting to feel sleepy
Tomorrow is going to suck
And I am allowed to be honest about that