{"id":1055,"date":"2013-05-09T22:55:00","date_gmt":"2013-05-09T22:55:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/katrina.effexhost.com\/index.php\/2013\/05\/09\/what-now\/"},"modified":"2025-01-09T19:09:12","modified_gmt":"2025-01-09T19:09:12","slug":"what-now","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/2013\/05\/09\/what-now\/","title":{"rendered":"What now?"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEgdr4-pTKzsulGUSbF3ciniFM5ZIuMoNZ7lE0BrSeHcq_RpopcKR4CPkhEblTANIGDtUI2JTe3PW6rqrbWzAr0cs2XWcRzi2BEOZseQQ2GPEI3AuRcjzGqLjGFNZRKDmnLjz_XWtLxWYISk\/s1600\/maybe-i-am-crazy.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEgdr4-pTKzsulGUSbF3ciniFM5ZIuMoNZ7lE0BrSeHcq_RpopcKR4CPkhEblTANIGDtUI2JTe3PW6rqrbWzAr0cs2XWcRzi2BEOZseQQ2GPEI3AuRcjzGqLjGFNZRKDmnLjz_XWtLxWYISk\/s200\/maybe-i-am-crazy.jpg\" width=\"200\" height=\"138\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>I&#8217;ve spent the past 30 hours wanting to write here, even needing to write here but not knowing what to say. I always find that to be such a sad irony; the girl who has a writer&#8217;s soul not knowing what to write. I guess let&#8217;s start with what the doctor said&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>I broke it down for some friends like this:<\/p>\n<p>1. It turns out that I&#8217;m brilliant. IQ testing, for what it&#8217;s worth, put me at smarter than 90% of the people on the planet.<br \/>\n2. I have <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Posttraumatic_stress_disorder\">PTSD<\/a>\u00a0that mostly likely began when I was about 3 and has continued untreated well into adulthood. The other &#8220;traumas&#8221; that I have gone through have only made it worse and in part most likely led to&#8230;<br \/>\n3. What is most likely <a href=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/url?sa=t&amp;rct=j&amp;q=&amp;esrc=s&amp;source=web&amp;cd=1&amp;cad=rja&amp;ved=0CD0QFjAA&amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FBipolar_II_disorder&amp;ei=qyKMUZCcJ8W24APH_YHoBA&amp;usg=AFQjCNFb95xtGcVbUVXDIY3KrN75x5c3bQ&amp;sig2=7ls1r9X6Qm4VGWdpi0lXUA&amp;bvm=bv.46340616,d.dmg\">Bipolar II disorder<\/a>. The testing that I did wasn&#8217;t geared towards that but it did come up as a possibility and after discussing my symptoms that the testing didn&#8217;t go over, he&#8217;s pretty convinced.<\/p>\n<p>So&#8230;now what? Now, I wait to hear back from my primary care doctor to see if they&#8217;ll write me a prescription for a lithium based medication. I also have to call and set up a therapy schedule with a therapist who specializes in trauma therapy for women and children.<\/p>\n<p>On paper, that&#8217;s where I am right now. Inside my head, I&#8217;m so far from there. The stress and anxiety of yesterday has led to exhaustion and depression today. Add into that what one friend calls the &#8220;female chemical factory&#8221; that&#8217;s going on inside of my body and I&#8217;m left wondering what the point of it all is.<\/p>\n<p><a style=\"clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;\" href=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEhVR8uCP622AzIGeRFcAPnq5hR4MMJXBNjYvjKjx5cXhtxAVaH1KvVDGL1SnnUhqlco_fHyDaCKGfcEG-4zobroGEHCUq4Yez6CqZj7Kv7OKpr7oFLX2whxOE0RigTVRPKCOBv_4IAobvqV\/s1600\/disappear+2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEhVR8uCP622AzIGeRFcAPnq5hR4MMJXBNjYvjKjx5cXhtxAVaH1KvVDGL1SnnUhqlco_fHyDaCKGfcEG-4zobroGEHCUq4Yez6CqZj7Kv7OKpr7oFLX2whxOE0RigTVRPKCOBv_4IAobvqV\/s320\/disappear+2.jpg\" width=\"320\" height=\"213\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>I&#8217;d love to be able to say don&#8217;t worry, I&#8217;ll be fine, but the reality is..or at least the reality inside of my own head&#8230;I don&#8217;t know. I don&#8217;t know if I will ever be &#8220;fine&#8221; again. I look around and I see people smiling and laughing and so much of the time, it feels as if I don&#8217;t even recognize those emotions. I put on a brilliant show, but deep down, I&#8217;m not sure what happy even is.<\/p>\n<p>There are times..maybe too many times..that I sit and think about how I wish nobody really cared about me because then I could just vanish. Somehow, I could just cease to exist on this planet and the world would be such a better place. The oddest part? When I have those thoughts, I&#8217;m disconnected from them. There&#8217;s no deep emotional well that they&#8217;re coming from. If I were to say it out loud, it would be said in that same bored tone like, &#8220;Yeah, I should take the garbage out.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>So I would love to say don&#8217;t worry&#8230;because I&#8217;ll be okay, but instead it&#8217;s don&#8217;t worry, you&#8217;ll be okay. Who knows, maybe I will be too. After all, this is only 2\/3 of my world&#8230;the rest of it is nothing like this&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>For now though, I&#8217;m going to leave you with two posts..written by someone who has said and illustrated it so much better than I can right now. She&#8217;s been there, so she understands&#8230;please go and read these and leave her your support.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com\/2011\/10\/adventures-in-depression.html\">Adventures in Depression Part I<\/a>\u00a0and <a href=\"http:\/\/hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com\/2013\/05\/depression-part-two.html\">Adventures in Depression Part II<\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/s227.photobucket.com\/albums\/dd163\/kroets\/?action=view&amp;current=Name2.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/i227.photobucket.com\/albums\/dd163\/kroets\/Name2.jpg\" alt=\"Photobucket\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve spent the past 30 hours wanting to write here, even needing to write here but not knowing what to say. I always find that to be such a sad&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1055","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1055","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1055"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1055\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2380,"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1055\/revisions\/2380"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1055"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1055"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lifewithkatie.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1055"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}