Friday, 8 October 2021

Oire päiväkirja

 Aloitin sellaisen keväällä, joko hoitajan,lääkärin tai mielenterveyshoitajan kehoituksesta.. en muista nyt tarkalleen. 

Aika äkkiä totesin, että oireiden kirjoittaminen ja vähän sitä, miten ne vaikuttavat päivittäiseen elämään, hieman helpottaa päivästä toiseen kestämistä, ja auttoihan se vähän löytämään ... juttuja jotka pahensivat jotakin oiretta. Kuten kuumuus, rasitus, kosteus.. henkinen kuormitus, juttelu puhelimessa virastoon, kelan ajatteleminen... 

Sen jälkeen kun asiasta mainittiin, ei kukaan ole ollut kiinnostunut näkemään kyseistä kirjasta, mutta reippaana poikana olen tainnut pdf lähettää Kelalle aina silloin tällöin. 

Yllättävän huolella olen kirjoitellut. Perhe on huomattanut silloin tällöin asioista, kuten se, että käsialani saattaa muuttua kesken lauseen, tai sanoissa ei ole mitään järkeä. mutta silti. 

Toisaalta, aina välillä tulee syvä masennus kun selailee, millainen elämäni on. Onneksi on vastapainona rakas perhe, elukat ja omakotitalon tarjoaman mahdollisuuden harrastella silloin kuin jokin osa kroppaa antaa myöten. Esim kun adhd (kuten lähes kokoajan) pakottaa liikkumaan, mutta selkä tai jalat tai huimaus estävät koirien kanssa leikkimisen, nurmikon leikkuun etc. niin voin ottaa ja piirellä tai maalata tai kirjoitella tietokoneella kirjoituksia. Tietenkin siinä tulee vastaan se, että silmäni alkavat haroittaa hyvin pian ja pääkipeytyä sekä sormet näissä aktiviteeteissa, joten voin tehdä niitä aina vain hetken ja sitten tarkkailla tilaa uudestaan ja miettiä pystynkö tekemään ruokaa, tai laittamaan tiskikoneen tai menemään verstaalle vuoleskelemaan tai savea vääntämään.. no savea pystyn hyvin harvoin työstämään se kun vaatii paljon käsiltä ja kun sormet on kokoajan kivuissa, niin ei ihan heti halua sitten sitä tehdä. 

Mutta periaatteessa, kotioloissa pystyn olemaan rajallisesti toimelias. Useimmiten minä teen ruuan, hoidan tiskit ja pyykit, siitä isommat hommat sitten onkin jo harvinaisempia, mutta saatan minä toisinaan onnistua rakentaa pihalle portin (tekemiseen tosin meni pari kuukautta) tai halkoa pari pölkkyä. 

Mutta että jännä, kun ei koskaan normaali päiväkirja onnistunut, niin tämmöinen masentava aihe kuin kirjoittaa päivästä toiseen kuinka kipeänä paikat on tai silmä pimentynyt, niin toisaalta se on jopa hieman terapeuttista. 

Tässä taannoin päätin lopettaa, kun ei mitään tahoa tuntunut kiinnostavan kirjoitteluni, mutta sitten tauon jälkeen totesin, että hälläväliä kun se itselle jokseenkin tekee hyvää. 


Kappas... minulla on blogi

 Näköjään on tullut ennen kirjoiteltua englanniksi, ei siinä mitään, mutta on mennyt tämä lukeminen ja kirjoittaminen sen verta haastavaksi, että loppujen lopuksi olisi ihan sama millä kielellä kirjoitan, yhtä sekavaa olisi kuitenkin. 
Mutta jotenkin tuntuu, että taidan kirjoitella nyt sitten ihan Suomeksi. 

Mitäpä tässä elämään? 
Aika tovi on mennyt edellisistä postauksista, enkä todellakaan jaksa lukea mitä sitä on tullut kirjoitettua,. 


No.. niin.. Katsotaanpa. pikakelaus. 

sain hermoromahduksen joskus 2017? aikoihin.. ehkä... tai 2019 alussa.. tai jossain siellä välillä. 
Oppisopimuksella nuoriso-ohjaajaksi opiskelu erittäin haastavassa, niin työn kuin... johtoportaan taholtakin, työpaikassa. Kuten ennenkin, eihän siinä mulla pää kestänyt sitten.  No, sitten olin vuoden saikulla, etsittiin uusia lääkkeitä mielialaongelmiini ja siinä sivussa juteltiin tiuhaan ammatilaisten kanssa. Hommahan oli pahasti kesken kun sairaspäivät loppui ja lääkäri tuumaili, että haetaanpa kuntoutusta/määräaikaista työkyvyttömyyseläkettä vuosi lisää, että saadaan sinut työkuntoon. 
Kelahan oli tästä täysin toistamieltä ja heidän hammashygienistin päätöksellä kumosivat psykiatrini lausunnon ja eväsivät mahdollisuuden toipua elämäni toisesta hermoromahduksesta. Silloin olin niin huonossa kunnosssa, etten jaksanut tajunnut alkaa kunnolla tappelemaan. 
No perinteiseen tapaan sitten pelkällä sisulla piilotin pääkopan ongelmat ja keskityin kropan kuntoon saamiseen hullulla vauhdilla. Kelan ja työkkärin painostuksesta sitten hain te koulutukseen raksamieheksi, odotellessa päädyin rakennussiivoojaksi ja pidinkin hommasta kovasti. TE- keskuksesta hoettiin, että työ menee koulutuspaikan ohitse, joten en ottanut koulupaikkaa vastaan vaan jatkoin töitä vuokrafirman nimissä, lupauksella, töitä riittää. TE keskuskan sitten informoi minua, että karenssi tulee kun et ottanut koulupaikkaa vastaan, siihen tuumailin, että kun olen töissä, mihin TE vastasi, että niin mutta pitää olla vähintään näinjanäin pitkä soppari että saa nuin tehä ja minä siihen sitten että, ette vittu viittineet etukäteen kertoa. Sinälläänhän koko karensilla ollut mitään väliä koska olin töissä kuten kerroinkin, sopparia vaan ei voitu kirjoittaa kuukausiksi. 

Ei siinä mitään, raksasiivoushommista luiskahdin loppusiivoukseen, sekin oli sangen mukavaa työnä, työkaverit ei niinkään ja varsinkaan johto, siitä sitten lähdin kotisiivoojaksi ja sekin oli yllättävän mukavaa. Mutta tässä tulikin sellainen juttu vastaan, että kesken työpäivän pimeni toinen silmä yllättäen. Eka kerralla olin niin hämilläni, etten tajunnut tehdä mitään kun näkö palasi jo 5min sisään. 

Sitten kun parinpäivän päästä sama toistui ja satuin olemaan sairaalan naapurissa, joten olin 10-15min tapahtuneesta jo päivystyksessä istumassa.... istumassa ja istumassa. Joskus 3h myöhemmin lääkäri tutki pikkuisen, muttei mistään mitään löytynyt... enää. No, siitä sitten kuitenkin sairaslomaa kirjoitettiin ja lähetettiin ensin silmälääkärille, joka ei löytänyt mitään vikaa ja lähetti neurolle (tähän mennessä puhuttiinkin jo kuukausista ja tänä aikana TK lääkäri koetti auttaa parhaansa mukaan ja jatkaa saikkua. 

No ei siinä mitään, aika pian ensimmäisten näköhäiriöiden jälkeen alkoi ilmestyä muitakin oireita. Huimausta, tasapaino häiriöitä, ihan helvetillistä väsymystä, pääkipua, sormikipua ja jalkapohjiin kipua... silmistä tuli lisää valonarat ja muutenkin tuli häröjä, puhe meni tavallistakin vaikeammaksi. ja ympäri kehoa random kipuja. No aikansa nämä pahenivat kun kuljettiin neurolla tutkimuksissa, sitten pysähtyi, mikään ei parantunut ja kokeillut lääkkkeet eivät auttaneet (siis kipuahan siinä koetettiin lähinnä) kun olen erittäin herkkä lääkkeille ja saan hyvin helpolla niin pahoja haittoja ettei pysty syömään tai lääke ei vain auta. No.. viimein, pitkien ja perusteellisten tutkimusten jälkeen neuro nosti kädet pystyyn ja lähetti reumalle, fibro, joka minulla oli diagnossoitu kauan sitten oli ajatuksena... että olisiko jostain syystä pahentunut. 

Reumalääkäriä odotellessa Kela yllättikin (ei oikeasti) miettimällä kuukauden sairaslomanjatkohakemuksesta ja sitten ilmoittavat, että kyllä sinä jani valehtelet, töihin siitä vaan. Vedoten siis siihen, että diagnoosia ei ollut... vaikka kaikki lääkärit olivat todenneet, että tutkimukset jatkuu ja ei tästä miehestä töihin ole... sitä en tiedä oliko sama hammashygienisti asialla Kelalla vai tekikö kenties naapurin manikyyri päätöksen, Kela kun ei ole velvollinen kertomaan mitään, ei edes mitään todistusaineistoa siitä, onko minua hoitaneen lääkärin lausunnon kumonnut ihminen... edes ihminen. No mutta, tämähän ilahdutti.. kun ei sitä osannut arvata, että kun kaikki oli pysynyt samana ja tutkimukset jatkuivat, että kela evääkin keskenkaiken saikun. (Itse olen erittäin varma, että Kela joka tiesi, että olen jo mielenterveysongelmainen, vain päätti kokeilla josko menisi läpi kun tuskin tuo jaksaa tapella... no vitutuksen voimin jaksoin... jaksan.) ja työttömäksi en ollut osannut ilmoittautua kun sairaslomalla olin ollut (jotain sentään oppinut siitä, kun kela sanoo, että voit olla sairaana työtönkin.. niin ne sanoo, ettei jää merkkiä sairaslomista jotka saattaisivat myöhemmin oikeuttaa johonkin etuuksiin joista Kela ei koskaan kerro jos et tiedä kysyä edusta josta kukaan ei kerro) ja työttömäksi ei voi takautuvasti ilmoittautua joten siinä jäi sitten kuukaudelta tulot. Kela eikä Te ottanut mitään vastuuta asiaan... ylläri.. no TE en sinällään edes syyttele, heidän päätöksiään ei sentään ole tarvinnut odotella kuukausia ja uskovat kun lääkäri sanoo, että ei pysty töihin mies. 

No..  tässä sitten ollaan... työttömänä.. eiku ainiin.. kävinhän minä siellä reumalääkärillä. 

No sehän meni näin... odoteltuani aikaa kuukausia... menin lääkärille. Lääkäri räpläsi sormia ja muita niveliä 3minuuttia ja totesi, ettei ole reumaa. Siihen siten mutisin, että niin ku fibron pahenemista epäiltiin.. mihin lääkäri sitten tökkäsi minua kerran tai kaksi sormella ja sanoi, että voihan se olla ja käski mennä pois. Onneksi reumahoitaja sitten kertoi enemmän asiasta, tai siis tiesinhän jo kun se diagnosoitu oli aikoinaan, mutta osasi kertoa paljon lisää ja todeta, että lähes kaikki oireeni fibrolla selittyisi. 

No.. siinäpä sitten odoteltu työttömänä. Sossun ja TK lääkärin kanssa todettu, että työkyvyttömyyseläke olisi oikea ratkaisu, mutta vaikka minulla on toistakourallista diagnooseja ja niistä useat yksinäänkin ovat eläkkeelle ihmisiä vieneet, minä olen läheisten, sisun ja älyn voimin pitänyt itseni erossa huumeista ja joutumatta laitoshoitoon... alkoholistakin luovuin kun piti valita se tai perhe. 

Vointi ei ole kohentunut, onneksi ei myöskään pahentunut. Sää, stressi, fyysinen ja henkinen rasite pahentaa oireita. esim. kun käyn lääkärissä mutkan, kärsin siitä pari päivää. tai kun käyn kaverilla, otan usein päiväunet siellä, että jaksan vähänaikaa lisää. Päiväunet on pakollisia, vähintään pari päivässä, muuten menee kaikki taas perseelleen. Fyysinen kunto on heikko kun on vaikea kuntoilla kun on jatkuvaa kipua ja huimausta.

Mutta Kela.. kela on edelleen sitämieltä, että työkuntoinen on mies. Joka kerta valikoivat lääkärin lausunnoista sen, että kun kerran kävit ja et silloin tarvinnut kävelykeppiä tai kun reumalääkärin 7min tapaamisella ei näkynyt fibroon joillakuilla kuuluvia kipupisteitä... juuri sillä kerralla. ja mikä parasta, kelahan jatkuvasti tarkoituksella jätti huomiotta pyytämäni aiheen, että mitäpä jos ette tuijota sitä diagnoosia vaan katsotte kaikkia niitä ja mikä parempaa katsotte niitä oireita. Mitä Kela ei tietenkään tee, koska jos antaisivat periksi sairaslomani suhteen, saattaisivat joutua tekemään oikein ja päästää minut eläkkeelle. No sota jatkuu, aina kun kela on toimittanut isommille tahoille valikoituja lausuntojaan olen toimittanut päinvastaisia lausuntoja minua hoitaneilta lääkäreitä. samaan aikaan TE lääkäri ja aikuissosiaalityö miettii väyliä miten saadaan minut johonkin päin.

Viimeisin Kelan idea oli todeta, että olen täysin työkykyinen palaamaan siivoojaksi, media-.assistentiksi tai keramiikka-artesaaniksi.. Mikä on jokaisen osalta täyttä paskaa. kuka tahansa fibrosta,adhd,bipo,migreeni,lukihäiriö,selkävammainen,polvivammainen jotain tietävä tai kyseisistä ammateista tietää että paskaa puhuvat. Mutta Kelanhan ei tarvitse mitään todistella, he voivat todeta mitä huvittaa päätöksissään koska suuriosa Suomalaisista ei asioista ala taistelemaan... 

Mutta eipä tässä. Kela on päättänyt aloittaa noitavainon minuakohtaan jo vuosia sitten. 

Tämähän alkoi joskus kauan sitten, kun kysyin, että kannattaako minun repiä pennejä kasaan ja maksaa pankille opintolainoja vai antaa mennä Kelalle. No sieltä sanoivat, että tänne vaan. Sitten kun olin sairasloma/työtön/opiskelija loukussa, sanottiin vaan aina, että elä huoli kyllä ne oottaa.. kunnes eräänäpäivänä tulikin yhtäkkiä ilmoitus, että nyt maksat vitusti tai menee ulosottoon.. no meni ulosottoon.. tein valituksen, Kela sai huomautuksen, joutuivat puolittamaan velkani ja siinä se. no.. taisivat saada vuosien aikana ehkä tonnin perittyä ja siitäkin varmaan suurinosa meni ulosottovirastoon. 

Sitten taistelin vähän taas ja sain lainat kokonaan pois ja nyt odotellaan luottohäiriömerkkinnän katoamistakin. 

Sitten olikin jo puhe hermoromahdiksista ja nyt sitten ollaan tässä. Olen 100% varma, että Kelan päätös estää minun rauhassa kuntoutumiseni on ollut suuressa roolissa nykyisen vointini romahduksessa, Kelahan ei tietenkään ota asiasta vastuuta, koska ei heidän tarvitse. 

Sitä minä en tule koskaan ymmärtämään, että mitä Kela tai valtio hyötyy tästä minun jatkuvasta kyykyttämisestä, valehteliaksi kutsumisesta ja hulluksikin. Se on aivan sama mitä he siellä papereihinsa kirjoittavat, työkykyinen en ole, enkä todennäköisesti tule kun lääketieteellä ei ainakaan Suomessa näytä olevan enää tarjota apua. Se pienikin mahdollisuus, että edes hieman kuntoutuisin murenee pelkästään Kelan kanssa kaikesta tappelemisen aiheuttamassa masennuksessa. 

On mystistä, että Kela, ainoa taho valtiossa jolla on kaikki tieto sairauksistani, työtömyydestäni, kuntoutuksista... kaikesta  kielätytyy näkemästä asioita kokonaisuutena vaan tuijottaa aina vain yhtäasiaa. 

mutta tällä mennään... ollaan sitten työttömänä, katsellaan mitä te-lääkäri (joka on loistava, pakko mainita) ja sosiaalityönekijä keksii, itse en enää jaksa juuri miettiä. Kaikki ammatit joita olen ajatellut tai haaveillut ovat tässä kunnossa olevalle mahdottomia. Pystyn kotona jonkinverran harrastelemaan koska voin aikatauluttaa ja päättää tekemiseni itse, mutta en keksi työnantajaa jolle kelpaisi palkoille kaveri joka saattaa käydä työmaalla parituntia viikossa, mutta koskaan ei voi tietää milloin se parituntia on ja mitä sen parintunnin aikana voi tehdä. 

Kela selkeästi tietää tämän itsekin, koska toistuvista työhakemuksistani huolimatta, eivät suostu minua palkkaamaan. On kumma, kun itse minut ovat työkykyiseksi todenneet, mutta silti ei työpaikkaa löydy. 


Vaan.. ei siinä. sillä mennään.. sota jatkuu. koetan pitää, etten enää menisi huonompaan kuntoon, mutta nytkin piti labrassa käydä kun yhtäkkiä alle kuukaudessa oli paino tippunut huolestuttavan paljon. Labra ensin, mutta itse pidän hyvin mahdollisena, että se on tuo masennus taas mikä painaa päälle. Ongelma siinäkin on vain, että minun masennukseni on llähinnä tätä... piilomasista, pystyn toimimaan rajallisesti en vain itke sängynalla, vaikka haluttaisikin. 

Olkoon tämä myös ohimennen maininta, että jos ikinä käy niin, että teen itsemurhan, niin voitte olla varmoja, että se on Kelan aiheuttamaa, sillä vaikka olenkin harvinaisen sinnikäs ihminen... niin kyllä se raja joskus tulee vastaan. Kukaan ei jaksa niellä kaikkia niitä valheita ja panetteluja mitä Kela saa valtion tuella syytää kansalaisten päälle. 

Jos missään työpaikassa joku kohtelisi työntekijää samoin kun Kela saa kohdella asiakkaitaan, olisi se pomo jo vankilaan menossa... tästäkin sen näkee, että säännöt on erit pienellä ihmisellä ja isoilla instituutioilla. 

Suomi on oikeusvaltio, on valetta. Suomessa on paljon lakeja joiden ainoa tarkoitus on pitää kansa hiljaisena ja Laki ja mikä on oikein, eivät ole useinkaan sama asia. 

Suomi on hyvinvointi valtio = Valtio voi hyvin, kansalle aivan sama. 

Suomessa on maailman onnellisin kansa. = En sitten tiedä puhuvatko Tapiosta vai kenestä kun kukaan kenen kanssa asiasta olen jutellut, ei ole koskaan vastannut kyselyyn. 

Katsotaanpa taas milloin jaksan ja muistan kirjoittaa. 

Muistakaa ihmiset, Kelan päätökset eivät ole läheskään aina oikein tai edes laillisia. Kela vain tekee niitä kokeillakseen mikä menee läpi, jos asiasta valitetaan niin pikkuasioissa kela vetoaa virheeseen. Isoissa asioissa tuleekin ongelma, kun ei ole varaa myöntää, että toimivat väärin joten tappelevat ja toivovat että toinen väsyy (kuten taatusti monelle käy) tai joku ulkopuolinen taho (valtio, joka lähes aina on Kelan puolella) puuttuu asiaan. 

Tapelkaa vastaan.. tässäkin asiassa. 


Monday, 20 May 2019

Do you know... what it feels when you can't trus your words?

I have had this problem quit a long time. Sometimes it's easier, just tiny things, loose some one word... but then.. there's times, when my mouth let out something that I didn't mean to say at all.
It's horrifying. Thankfully, I don't too often hurt peoples feelings.. not that I mind that If I meant to hurt them, but It's horrible to hurt others, simply because your words betray you completely.
Now. I don't know is it related to adhd or Bipolar or what a hell.. But it's annoying as hell. It does affect my life. Mostly by the way of .. I HATE PHONES.
I hate it. Because I don't see the huuuman at the another end. If my mouth fuck me up, the another one don't see my shock and horror, he/she can easily think I meant it. Also, I don't see their face so I don't know what the reaction there is truly, not that I could say I'm good at reading people anyhow.
But yeah. I love words, I know how to use em, I know amazingly huge amounts of them and even where and how to use em... well.. most of. I know words in 4 languages... well enough to say hi and order tea.
But that's why I'm more likely to send emails and messages, there, I usually can double check that I haven't accidentally add sentences or words that I wasn't even thinking of.
I don't know..
Do anyone suffer similar thing? 

Thursday, 16 May 2019

I'm getting better

So beware.. There might be time that I start to write positive stuff, or forget to write because.. You know to busy to be happy.

Im just know sitting on my mom's terrace, in spring sun, jeanskilt on, enjoying the morning. My back hurts only tinybit and even thst is just the muscles that has done a lot work att the last 10years. I haven't need my cane for months. My theet are fixed, my wrist are under examination by specialist. My head medication does miracles.

I'm enjoying the life. Well of course there's moments everyday that debpression try to get me, anxiety make me doubt everything, but with help of the medication, i can deal with it.

I've get invitation first to job interview, didn't get the job but I was one of the five best candidates so.. Still win. I have also Entrance exam to university. Thinking to study Industrial design.
..
But honestly I'm more interested to get a job. So if my muscles in back, and my wrist gets fixed.. I might get in some shorter, more jobs, profesion. But the University could be interesting too.

Well. Today I'll be fixing thr fence for sheep. The cut some trees. Maybe at the evening do some clayart.

Adiós, hasta luego.

Thursday, 9 May 2019

happy memories from my childhood

This depression doesn't give up. So I must continue to dig up my happy memories. 

I have thought that I had a happy childhood, but now, when i try to remember those, I just cant.
I know It wasn't bad, I know I was happy often, but not so much that I've let myself believe.

My self-confidence was destroyed as kid, I don't blame anyone about it,I didn't know it, I didn't deal with it.

But there are some happy moments that I can remember.

Most of those are, maybe sad sounding, but I was most happy, as a kid when I was playing around forest. Alone. I had lot's of imaginary friends whom play with me the games I wanted to play. Games that real people didn't want to play with me. So I run around forest completely in my mind, having adventures for  a life time.  I had, I think around ten hidden ... I don't know.. hut's made of trees, branches, moss. I kept them hidden, because sometimes, when some people found my hut, they broke them. I had tiny treasures in my huts, beautiful rock's, fallen antlers, I even gathered berries and mushrooms in there, to have something to eat, yes, when I was kid, I knew pretty well what mushrooms were ok to eat, now not so much. I spend a lot of time around the river, I walked riverside a long way.

I didn't have many friends back then, and I didn't believe those few who said they were my friend, don't know why, maybe I was scared.. maybe I just wanted to be alone, maybe we were just too different.

I remember how I loved to walk with my grandma, she teach me a lot of nature, what herbs there were, what mushrooms are fine to eat ;) and she never got bored to answer my questions. Or.. that's how I remember her.
I loved to spend time with one of my uncles too, he had always time for me. We walked around, he told me about oldways, how they had get trees from the forest with horse, how there was a horse and other animals when he was young. He told how firewood should pile so it would dry better. He too seem to have a lot of time to listen me.

I remember how then, crying was easy. I miss that. I feel that I have almost completely lost the ability to cry. Sure there's times when something hurt my heart so much or .. some.. music trigger some faint memory.. but most of time, I can't cry, no matter how much I want.

Let's see.. what else happy I remember from my youth. Well. Books. I read then a lot, another talent I have almost lost. Because of my adhd/dyslexia there are sometimes even years when I can't read much about anything.. but back then.. I for sure had adhd, but it didn't bother my readings. I loved J.R.R Tolkien and the Middle-earth. I loved David Eddings and Silk most of there. I found Witches of Discworld quite young, and now I can admit.. I did read Carolyn Keen's Nancy Drew books and .. even "worse" I read a lot of romance novels. 

I loved to visit, almost daily, my godparents, mostly my god-mother. She had always time for me, always willing to listen my stories, play card with me, laugh with me, teach me things. It was wonderful back then, because I get to eat a lot. I could eat, or not eat, at home go then to grandmoms place and eat or to godmother and eat there or not. It was wonderful. 

I miss the dogs.. we had always dog's and dog's understood me better than humans, they loved me unconditionally. I didn't need to prove myself to dogs.
at one point, one old dog moved to live with us, I think I remember that it was beaten by it's caretaker, and I don't know how, but one day dad just came home with it. the awesome moment from my childhood was that I was the first human it let pat it's back. I spend days just sitting near it, let it come to me. It was so special. 


I'm sure we had some trips. I can't remember those, when I was older we did do hiking, those I remember. I also remember how I loved it.. company was ok. but it was the hiking and nature that made me happy.. nature still makes me happy. 

I was happy about my sister, even that she was treated like a princess, I loved her. We had and have lot's of common. 

When the youngest of us came along... well that was awesome too. Later he has grown to be one of my most trusted humans.

Sadly... that's all the happy memories I can find this time from my childhood. Maybe there's more.. I just can't remember them yet.

Monday, 22 April 2019

This is me

Well.. this is how I see myself.

I'm depressed or highly-function depressed, swinging between those two currently.

I'm artistic... no... I'm creative humanoid. I write, I paint, sculpt, crafts of different kind.. that has always been my therapy, just that it doesn't help so much anymore. But for that I have now medication and hopefully soon also some kind of therapy.

I'm socially awkward, I either am too open, too emphatic or I don't get anything at all. Usually it goes somewhat like this. I say or do something that hurt someone and I realize it right then and there and it so hard on me that I panic and try to explain what happened and ... well I push on and usually make things even worse.

I am not a flirting, slick or overly romantic. I will not use words that I don't mean to get people to like me.. I use to.. but I don't anymore. I try hard to be true. Real.
So. I show my feelings as well as I can, but more often I say them as they are. with True face (is that right? I didn't find anything that would fit in my image and Finnish words... I mean when my face is calm and .. like a stone... anyhow).

I have to accept that if that's not enough for others, then it just isn't. I can't be that Me who I was, nor do I want to. I've been broken for so long that now, when I have find my way to build myself up again, I want to do it better. Now I have tools from 30 years to make more sense in me.

I don't want to be slick, I hate slick greasy people. I hate when others are trying to please me ... no... I mean when they do it because they have some hidden agenda. I accept it only then when it's real.

I use to be  faker, and I can see them from far and I don't want no fakers in my life.

I have learned so much in my years of complete insanity (inside my mind) that It's start to but all that knowledge in good use.

As soon as I get to stabilize my current situation.

I let go. I stop trying to control everything in me.
I let me be me.
I love the people around me, I try to be good to them, but I don't try to please them just because of that... pleasing them. I can love them and still argue things, cause some light havoc, tiny fights... well.. I've heard it's part of life. part of relationships.
For a long time, I've done all I can to avoid any kind conflicts... and it's not healthy.
I will start speaking things earlier, even if my thoughts are not complete yet. because my mind have bad habit to make every worse in time.

So.. Yes. this is positive blog.
I don't know can you read it between the lines..
But I'm understanding myself so much better than I did a week ago.
I've talked with people who have known me a long long time, people who I've met online yet found new siblings, aunt's, uncles and virtual grandad. I've talked a lot and I've listened and they have listened and I'm starting to feel, I have tools to win or at least get even with this.

So. I'm optimistic about future. I'm still in bad shape, but I did send my application to university. I dare to dream.

Sunday, 7 April 2019

one of the best.

She told me, she was pregnant. I don't think it was completely planned, but it wasn't either unwanted, maybe bit more on the side of planned. I was young and I was so ready to be father.

I remember how I called to my dad. Told him that he's going to be grandfather.
Dad was.. "Oho.. really. well.. " and cut the phone. Couple minutes later. He called back and was like completely different man. He was so happy and so joyous.

The pregnancy wasn't easy, there was stuff I believe, again sadly I can't remember.

I remember how I talked to baby when it was still inside her.

I remember how it had to be done by C-section because he was so big and... something.

I remember how annoyed I was that nurses and doctors didn't let me be with her in the room, I had to watch trough some glass when I wanted to be there, holding her hand.

I remember how nurse walked to me, with tiny human in her hands.

I remember how my heart melt when i saw that tiny troll.

I remember how scared I was to hold him.

I remember how everything change.

I remember how nurse teach me how to change the diaper. Wash him.

I remember how we took family room in hospital, even that we didn't really could afford it.. but I wanted to much to sleep next to them.

I remember so much also not good stuff... I even wrote those here.. then I deleted it and pretend for now, it didn't happen.

I hope I can sleep now.

If there's anything I'm proud. It's our offspring. WE have help this amazing young offspring to find who he is.

Wednesday, 3 April 2019

Happy memories

I am saddened that I can't remember much about my offspring childhood. But there is somethings.

I remember how I was playing with him at the floor and he drool all over me.

I remember how when we tried to bath him, we needed umbrella.

I remember how I took him fishing with me, and how much he loved to get more fishes than me.

I remember his absolute belief that I could fix everything.

I loved to read him stories. We read Hobbit, and I think even Lord of the rings? and sometimes I just made up stories for him and oh boy did he love those.

When he was just tiny and had a bad day, there was two ways to calm him. Either listening Metallica or me talking. I mean, those were two of my tools.

I remember how he build always and everything.

I have it still. the bookmark he made for me. once he got angry at me, for reason that I can't remember, and he rip the bookmark in pieces... and then.. after short while he taped it back together.. I still love that bookmark and use it all the time.

The first day at school. I think we walked there all three... It was horrible, but I was also quite proud.

The offspring have always been kind. Even as kid he went to talk with everyone and somehow even the drunk old people were nice to him. He is still kind and tender soul.

Once he wanted to sleep in tent after some party. So we put the tent up and went to sleep... but then.. he had eaten so much all the party food, that he got sick.

I remember how he was sitting on computer, and playing Tetris like a pro... then .. bit later I realized that it was demo on, and he only pretended to play.

Monday, 1 April 2019

More things I love

My sneaky high function depression does keep on going. So I keep on tricking my brains and make a list of things I love.
I love stars, i love to lie down on snow and watch the night sky
I love summernights and campfire
I love the smell of air after thunderstorm
I love fall sleep holding my live in my arms.
I love the life without alcohol, yet still sometimes it's hard.
I love ceramics, the feel of clay between my finger.
I love ceramics, the unknown what you find when open the kiln door.
I love to make love with my love.
I love to do hard labour as much as my body can handle.
I love flowers, all flowers.
I love nettle in field, in tea in bread.
I love my few friends who don't have the need to stay in contact every day, but after years it's like we had met just yesterday.
I love when my wife laugh my stupid stuff.
I love to laugh to my wife's stupid stuff.
I love the offspring and his amazing mind.
I love my beard, and would love to have a huge one, but I'm too lazy take care of it.
I love people who buy my art, it make me feel good when someone else love something I've made. 
I love to be able to help others.
I love to speak about my difficulties to others, whom might get some help from my adventures. 
I love to hunt, but I don't shoot often. 
I love to hold her hand when we are shopping. 
I love to take a walk with her. 
I Love to hug the offspring
I love to hug my god-daughter and her brother. 
I love to hug rest of the kid's in my family. 
I love woolen stockings winter and summer... and spring and autumn. 
I love to get better. 
I love the amazing people I've found from internet.
I love my sister from internet. 
I love my imagination, but bit sad that I don't know how to use it in basic life.
I love to swim in natural waters. 
I love to eat smoked fish. 
I love to go fishing at summer.
I love that I can find so many things I love. 
I love to have amazing people in my life. 
I love that I might have to write third list of things I love. 
I love to study Spanish.

Happy memories

I keep on writing up my happy memories in my battle with depression.

It seems to me, that most of my happy memories involve my family.

So here's some. 

I can't say when...
But we had met, spend time together. I can't remember why, or where.. just that in the city we studied.

One night, I don't know where there just the two of us, or was there others..

We sit in swings in the children playground. Talking.

Talking about everything. Laughing together.

That's one of my most precious memories.

I hate that I can't remember more.

But I remember the first time she kissed me. To me it was pure magic.

I do remember how I sit in bench in school, her leg's were in my lap and teacher walk by and (can't remember the words) and was .. "so sweet."

I remember how I lived alone.. alone indeed in this tiny and horrible apartment. How once I came there from my parents place... and she was sitting on the porch with big bag of clothes and stuff. and she looked happy, as happy as I was.

I remember the calls, the letters we send each others when we were apart. I was poor writer then, so I think i draw stuff I thought to be romantic.. I have no idea were those.

I remember how she tease me about easy I was... but she never realized that I was easy only because of her. it was she, who made me easy... for her.

I remember how we talked about everything. She told me so much, stuff that she don't even remember she told me then. She said that I didn't tell her as much, but I told what I could and most of all, I told her about my feelings.

I remember how she made me feel... wanted... loved... missed.

This helps. It helps to remember the good stuff. I just hope to remember more.

It's bit weird perhaps how many of my good memories are connected to her. But.. it's not to me. 

Sunday, 31 March 2019

Letter to you

What have I learned about myself lately. 

I know I'm difficult.
I know depression does sometimes take control of me, and I do things that are mostly meant to cause me pain... sadly I cause pain to you too at the same time.

I use to be maniac so this depression game is new and confusing to me.

But. I'm also smart, everyone agree on that. I'm kind, not everyone agree on that, but most does. I take care of people around me. I protect them.. I protect them from me too, and that is something I try to stop doing, because I have to let you see the full me.

I'm funny, I've been told that more than once, I'm half mad funny, I see fun in things that others see sadness.

I'm not slick romantic guy. I don't know how or even want to dazzle you with my words. I tell things as I see them. I don't have ulterior motives.
If I say you are beautiful, I say it because you are that in my eyes.
If I say you are funny, it's because you make me laugh or at least smile (and believe me, that's not easy task).
If I say you are smart or brilliant, that's because I've had long and enlightening conversations with you, and you have made me see new things in things and situations that I thought to know already.
If I say fuck off. You've pissed me off. But I still might like you in generally.
If I say I will brake your legs. Then I don't like you at all.
Also If you get a feeling I'm laughing at you... I most likely am.

I don't enjoy be among people. But I do because... well. I don't know.. I don't want to be complete hermit, I just enjoy to be alone or with only few important people.

When I love you, I say, I love you. I hug you, kiss you, if you let me. I don't try to take that by force, nor with slimy words, not by acting something I'm not. If me don't work, then we wont kiss.

I love many things, there' s list here, in blog about all the things, that I have found this far, that I love.

I enjoy many things. I enjoy good books (well, audiobooks, since reading got hard), movies and television shows. I enjoy art and craft, specially clay. I'm really talented with my hands. In many ways. Even that they don't always work.  I enjoy nature, walking there, sleeping there, hunting, gathering eatable stuff.
I enjoy spending time with people I love.

I wish to have a dog someday again.

I hope to move real countryside someday.

I live in constant pain, sometimes it makes me sad and bit bitter, sometimes I'm overly happy because of it. Mind does funny tricks on me.

I don't drink. Alcohol is not a friend of mine, and I'm done walking on the line.

after all... I can't be anything but me.
and I hope you can accept that.

Have a good day. 


High function depression

This is positive blog, because I feel that every time when I learn something about my illnesses, helps me understand it and therefore keep it under supervision.

As you know, I was in deep depression last summer... well... most of last year. There was lot's of reasons for that, and you can find out about those by reading my older posts. So I don't go there now. I was there, now I know how to fight it and my medication and kind-of-therapy help. So, after one long and deep depression I hope I can keep it at bay. I really hope so.

But that's what I was about to talk this time... well.. write.

I've been wondering lately, why I feel so sad, and why I say and think dark thoughts and why I'm tired all the time, even when I have enjoyed, like when our dear friend visited us, I was so tired after that, that I just had to take a nap.... well I did have headache also. Anyhow. My unconscious mind have been doing a lot of shit to me lately, but I didn't realize it earlier. So.. naturally I managed to make a lot of damage. But this doesn't feel the same as the depression of last year so I didn't understood what was happening and therefore... I fucked things up. So I started to wonder, just now, about High function depression, I had hear my offspring use a term.

I have let myself learn that there are so many different kind of depressions, of course because whole concept of depression was new to me until last year, I had no way to know what was happening now

"The signs and symptoms of high-functioning depression are similar to those caused by major depression but are less severe. They may include changes in eating and sleeping habits, low self-esteem, fatigue, hopelessness, and difficulty concentrating. Symptoms persist on most days, causing a nearly constant low mood that lasts for two years or more. Most people function almost normally but struggle internally. Treatment is possible for high-functioning depression through medications and therapy."

In my case, beside those, I seem to try to separate my self from people who I love. Even that I can work, function quite normally, even have happy moments, my brain keep on doing fucking tricks on me, making me think things that not really matter to me or do things that I don't want to do or say things.
I believe it's related to my self-confidence problems, the my depressed unconscious  mind try to make me... well.. as said, separate from people who I love and who give me strength to fight. I managed to start building my self-confidence in this... couple last months, and now, this sneaky bastard did ruin it silently and I didn't see it. But I do my best to keep it happening again.

I have to talk about this with my doctor, because this is so much harder to notice and understand. I mean, I act quite normal, I do art, I watch movies, do house chores, write, study Spanish. But all this time I'm sad, I have difficulties to sleep, I'm thinking things that make me sad or angry or hopeless but it all happens so sneaky that I don't really realize it at all. I would not have started to see this, I mean, I would not know what's wrong with me if there wasn't friends around the globe who talked with me and told me to check this out, and I remembered how my offspring had been talked it too, so.. I started to find information about it.. and Surprise surprise it fit quite well in my current situation. So.. if I survive the fallout of the crap I managed to cause... I hope and believe I can recognize the symptoms before I fuck things up again.

I said this is positive blog. And to me it is. Even that I managed to cause serious damage again, I now know how to prevent it happen ever again.
I learned a lot, about depression generally and high-function one.

I need to know what and why to do something about it.
The thing that have lately make things harder is that my mental health problems have suddenly change from what it use to be, and I'm still trying to learn to live with this... new.. situation.

I just hope that people around me, the important people around me can see my struggle to find me again.

oh shut up.. this is positive.

I'm learning. I'm finding tools to get better.





Saturday, 30 March 2019

It is hard.. but I do try

My new way of life.

I'm haunted by memories that I can't be sure are they true. I'm haunted about things that are not true, and I'm haunted by things I know but I don't want to know.

I'm depressed again been a long while now, just didn't realize it earlier, which suck, because IT fooled me again to do things, and it's hitting hard, yet some fuck up system in me wont let me show it, so I try to write this, my open journal to tell it, tell how bad I feel. But I'm bored to be victim of my own mind, even that my depressed mind let things that are good, evade me. Even the things that are most important to me fill me sadness. I keep on fighting, and only thing I've found to help me, is to concentrate on good memories.

But I try.

So, because the my depression I start to think all the crap from things years and years ago, things that I'm not sure are they true or products of my dark mind.

So I try to find memories that make me happy, memories that I'm pretty sure are true.

Memories that I hope are true but non the less they do bring me joy and are important and after years of darkness, I can remember them again.

I was drunk, as it was quite usual back then. I was teenager in new city without any real friends, studying in school that I thought was good for me, well I thought that before I had studied there a while. So, I was drunk and walking around the city. Alone.( later I found handful of humanoids that I quite enjoyed to stay around.) Trying to find someone to fight with, but it was middle of week so, city was quite silent.
I send couple text messages to people I knew, can't remember what.
Then my phone ring.
Sound wasn't familiar to me, but it was interesting. Female started to teas me. Can't remember the words, but she sounded wonderful and she knew who I was. Before that, I didn't believe anyone had really noticed me beside couple guys with whom I had done some projects. She talked to me, wanted to know me, had amazing wit and brain and she rocked my world in that phone call. I was in the city when she called. I sit in .. pavilion, speak with her, tell more about myself than I had ever told to anyone. TO someone I had no idea who she was.

First time in my life I felt someone was truly interested about me. Because I had obviously already then quite poor self-confidence I reasons unknown to me started to talk about someone else, but she told me, she wanted to hear about me, not that someone. At some point I started to walk to back home, but still I was on the phone, talking to that someone all the time. Hours. I can't, sadly, remember all what we talked in that call, I would love to remember, because I can remember that I fall in love then, without even knowing who she was. All I knew that she was in the same school with me, we had some common  acquaintance whom she had got my number.
I walked .. I think something like 6km to home, and still we were on the phone, talking about everything. She had amazing mind, glorious humor and so talented user of sarcasm. She did give me hint's who she might be, but to be honest, I had no idea. I walked in school quite blind, because there was so many arselings and I didn't want to have anything to do with them, so obviously I did miss alot of those, who might not be arselings.

So.. I was at home, we finally ended the call... and I had still no idea who she was. I couldn't sleep that night. I was sober again.. and I was haunted who she was.

Next day was school day, as I said, I was drunk middle of week. I walked in classroom and somehow, I knew. One most beautiful smile I had ever seen from the face I had never noticed before... then there's a long dark period. I don't remember did we talk then or not. All I can remember was that she send me a message, I think... might have been call too.. Asked would I skip school with her. and I jumped on table, walked out of classroom. Teacher just stand there and looked confused.

We had great day, she, me and our common friend, we walked around the city, talked. At some point she started to tease me, stole my scarf and tiny things like that.

I will never forget.

I know, I've told this story differently before, mostly about what made me see her and how I reacted.. I don't know why.. somehow some toxic masculinity didn't let me tell her, that it was her mind that made me fall for her right then and there. Don't get me wrong, she was beautiful. She is beautiful woman with amazing mind.

I love you. 

Friday, 29 March 2019

Things I love

I love that I have people who I love,
I love that I have people who love me.
I love the pink shoelaces I have, watching them makes me always smile.
I love my offspring
I love my offspring's wonderful humor, wit and good heart. 
I love my wife, I have learn a lot from her.
I love my wife even more, she hasn't let me push her a way.
I love my wife, because I love.
I love my wife's wit, her humor and strong and pig heart.
I love the smile on their faces, their laugh and words.
I love that they are here, near to me.
I love to see them happy,
I love to see them excited.
I love the scent of my wife.
I love the noise that our offspring makes, even the farts.
I love books, even that I can't read well.
I love to listen audiobooks, because I can't read well anymore.
I love my sister, even that shes quite bonkers.
I love my sisters kids, they are smart and noisy and asking a lot of good questions.
I love my brother, hes weird and smart and taller than me, yet he don't get fat and that I don't like.
I love to draw, paint and sculpt, I love to tell the stories inside me.
I love all the childrens of my siblings, they make me happy, yet I get tired fast, but still I'm happy with them.
I love my mother, I have learn a lot from her.
I love my father, and I miss him.
I love my mother's new man, he is important and sweet.
I love the nature, It keeps me .. well us all, going.
I love movies, they help me.
I love my few friends, the talks and silences.
I love my family
I love dogs. Every dog. Dogs are wonderful and always make me smile.
I love A'tuin and Morla, our turtles, they make me smile everyday just because they are silly.
I love to write, another way to tell my stories, even that I'm not so good at it.
I love to be alone, but not for long.
I love cows, they know how to live.
I love the sheep, they are like tiny cows.
I love my twisted humor, my ability to find fun from everything if I want.
I love my brain, it's not completely wast of space, but need a bit tinkering.
I love my laptop, it has awesome battery and enough power for Netflix and Wesnoth.
I love my family, because I don't say it enough.
I love my open mind, I can't think how hard it would be to hate something just because you don't understand it.
I love doing crafts, no it's not the same as art... well.. maybe a bit.
I love to learn new things, learning is good.
I love my adhd, it gives me ideas and energy.
I love my Bipolar Disorder... well... without it I would still think I'm just evil.
I even love fibro, it has raise my pain threshold.
I love Finland, yet not so much the government. 
I love our home, baking oven the most. 
I love Discworld, I've learned more from there than school.
I love myself, but I need to learn to love little bit more. 
I love that I just get more clay for free from a person.
I love the Google map, even that it did lead to to wrong address today, but usually it works.  
I love to talk about my difficulties to people who might benefit from my struggles. 
I love to be experience speaker, yeh, it's the same as last one.
I love ... oh I forgot that one.
I love that I have bit twisted brain, it keeps things fresh. 
I love my dyslexia it keeps making me laugh.
I love that I can still love. 
I love Lord of the rings, it opened my eyes to fantasy when I was just a kid.
I love star trek, it gives me hope
I love Star Wars, it makes me wonder
I love Star Gate because RDA and all the weird worms in all the planets.
I love Farscape... who would not and Ben
I love Firefly... oh do I love that show

I love Doctor Who and every reincarnation of IT. 
I love how long this list is already, and I seem to find still more things I love.
I love that I feel sad, that I'm to tired to write more of those.
I love that I can make another "Things I love" list.

This is the first day of my new life.

So, I've been seeing this.. well not therapist but mind-nurse, if you get what I mean. And with combination of  about working medicine.. well.. I've found that I have damn a lot knots in me.
Some are god damn stupid, and by these I seem to be able to destroy all the good stuff around me.
I have not much self-respect or self-confidence, I know why, I won't be revealing that here, but believe me I know who have destroyed it when I was kid and since then I just never managed to build em. I was bullied in elementary school, until I learned that I'm hell of a lot stronger (physically) and meaner than my bullies and it was just easier to keep that image up. So instead of trying to build me self confidence or respect I build walls and imaginary me. Me who was strong, smart and invincible, yet inside there was this tiny boy who was afraid everything, afraid to be alone, didn't find people to connect. And I kept that fucked-up image up for a long long time.

I kept it going so long that I started to believe it.

I did push people away by just being such an arseling.

For a long time I thought there was nothing wrong with me nor in my childhood
I hide my pain from myself, I'm pretty sure I've painted my memories to be more happy.

Well.. Then I got diagnosed and started to think about what am I. But I never realized that it was my lack of self-respect/confidence what kept me from happiness. I had wife who I loved more than I can ever explain to her or anyone, I have offspring who I love equally as much as wife, but different way yet, I because of my poor self-respect/confidence I tried to get theirs down too. Well, thankfully I started to understand something before I ruined amazing offspring, but I am so sorry for the wife.

I now know that I have hated myself so much, that I have tried to push people who I care away, because I thought don't deserve them and I am just not man enough to walk away because.. well.. I love them so much more than I can say.

I'm getting better, well I was, now, I think because of the stress I get from government decision, I've again fallen down a bit, and I once again did, well said, something completely stupid, something that even I know was stupid, but still I had to say it out loud and at the same moment when the words had left my lips, I know I had made a huge mistake and because of nothing, because of my fucked ego, yet that stupid thing felt huge and bad apple in me, that I lost my ability to sleep... and at the same time... it's so stupid. so stupid. But I had to say it to get over it. And since I saw what I had done, how much I had hurt another, I panic. that How I roll. I panic and push forward, make everything even worse. I build my walls and attack when I should just.. well.. shut the fuck up.

So.. suddenly I realize I'm driving like a madman. Thinking "what if..." thank fully not "I will..." Then I woke. I started to see what I'm doing to myself.

I often think, that I deserve all my illnesses, I deserve to feel to be different, alone. I deserve the constant pain because I'm such a horrible person.
But it's not true, and I need to make me believe it.

I'm so broken that obviously still I think, somewhere beyond my conscious
mind can see, that I deserve to be alone.

I will need to learn to love myself, honestly and real me. Not the one that I build around me.

But I fight. I know now that I'm my own worst enemy and when I know what's the problem, I can do something about it... usually.

So... my first step is this.
I stop writing negative side of my life. Because there's lot's of good stuff in my life and I need to start acknowledge that.

I have people and things that I love, I have people who love me.
I love the pink shoelaces I have, watching them makes me always smile.

Life can be good. I will get there.
This is the first day of my new life.

Wednesday, 20 March 2019

oh you young people... please take control of your future!

I'm trying, but I'm not well and it seems that so many in my generation has swallowed the capitalistic propaganda 

All this shit is starting to annoy me much.

Not the shit in me or my personal life, caused by me medical... difficulties.

But the shit that happens everywhere.

Since when Nazi's weren't complete and utter shit? Since fucking when it has been OK to tell others to kill in the name of race or religion?

When the hell have humans fall this down again?

How the white men feel so scared that they do shit and then blame it on the victims. How the so called leaders of countries almost systematically destroy the earth, the economy, the future of the children, all in the name of capitalism. There seem to be some Humans among the leaders, sadly non in Finland and for sure non in USA or UK.. what I've looked around even Australia is going to shit.

If so called leaders of world keep on inciting racism attacks on other religious, blame sick, unemployed, old and young of the shit that happens because THEY don't care.. well they don't deserve to be the leaders.

Young people. we have seen what the governments have done lately, so I say it's time to try something else.
SO first, before hostile takeover (as so many of the world leaders have done in the business world... well not those who get the little bit of money from dad to start the business and then have ruined almost everything... did you know that Lady Gaga is more successful in business that Trump ever?) let's try this voting thing. I know most of us (yes I consider my self quite young yet) have lost the hope of voting because of the fucking babyboomers who have lost if ever had any moral or caring to the future of earth... but damn.. they will die sooner or later... so YOU must start take over.

Speak to your parents. At least try to make them see how they are hurting you by voting the same shit again and again. 

You people, oh you young people.  Save us.

Albert Einstein: “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results”.

Sunday, 17 March 2019

I'm so tired all the time

Because of the constant battle in my head (yet my new medication does help with it, and I'm currently waiting for my Doctor to call, that can we maybe get the dose up a bit) I'm really tired all the time. Tired but incapable to sleep well and therefore I'm tired.. nice yes.

Because I'm so tired all the time, I have to push my self to do the necessary things, like make food, eat, wash clothes, dishes, clean the house, do my stretching to keep my broken parts in bit better shape... you know the drill. I even dream that I start to exercise to get my strength up, and I try to study coding and do my art and... there's so much I want to do, but usually I don't, because I'm so tired. Not tired physically, well, bit that too, but mostly tired mentally.

I'm sure I'm affected by the fact that I'm forced to wait, live in uncertainty of what is happening. You see, my doctor thought a while a go that I am in no shape at all to get back in the rat race, finding job, school or anything, so she and me, we decided to try to get me a temporary disability pension, for a year, so I could really get up from this swamp I've been last year. Get my medication, therapy and all in order, finishing my diagnoses because even there is still some uncertainty. And... and currently I'm just waiting what the faceless bureaucracy will decide for me. Wait what doctors who never see me or talk to me decide by the papers that others have written about me. so.. yeah. I have lot's of reason to be worried.

So how does this tiredness affect my life and others?

I don't do my share of the domestic work, I can't do hard physical because my tiredness does make my pains worse. I say I'm in pain when I'm actually more just tired but also afraid I'll be in pain if I do that something.

I'm quite restless all the time and annoying to others I think, hard to be sure on that. I try to be relaxed but I don't know have I managed to do so.

I hope my journey to get better do continue, because I am better than I was couple months ago, I really am. I dare to dream again, think about where to find me a job or new profession (but getting in school again does frighten me bit), I've been thinking this coding business, but I don't really have snack on it, then there's graphic business, where I do have some hope, but there's not so much job's around and I'm more like 3D guy (that's why I am ceramic artist and in one point of my life did do 3D-graphics to a pc game) and  that took my to think about Industrial Design and Audiovisual media Culture but then again... if my hand is fixable like lates doctor said.. I could maybe study to be Hairdresser or Welder (not sure why those two interest me.. well.. I've been cutting hair since kid.. but.. Welder.. well.. idea of making metallic sculptures does interest me.

anyhow

it seems I ones again lost my thought here..

well.. it happens.


Sunday, 10 March 2019

My feelings are quite sad.

It's still the stress (when I write this) that cause me to curl deep inside me and just want to cry (which I can't do because I'm so fucked up).
I have lot's of feelings, they are just stuck somewhere deep in side me and even that I know they are there, I can't use 'em at all.
It's horrible, I don't know have any of you ever been in this situation.
I can't really show my love to my wife, I want, I can say the words and I mean them, but I can't show it.
I believe I'm kind of depressed at the moment, but not quite because I have working medication, so, I don't look depressed I can work.. I've heard word High function depression and I believe I'm in something similar.

I don't like this.

I want to feel better, I want to open the knots in me, I want to have life again. Life without constant fear of everything.
Life where I can feel wanted.
Life where I dream.

I had that for a short time, so I know the medication is correct. But the huge stress about where and when do I get the money to live have push me back down in the dark hole where I try to cry help but no one hear me. I try to use words, but because I act different, my words are ignored. I don't want to be a burden so I just keep most of it inside. More so, because I know lot's of my loved ones are not so well either.

SO.. couple days and I have meeting with my new mentalhealth nurse/ therapist, I hope so much it'll help, I need to get better. But. I don't trust people, she's a new person to me, so it'll take hell knows how long for me top open, if never. I know I have so much things in my life that I should, no, need to talk about but I can't start it and I need help in that.

I need to know what is the reason that I feel this shit. I need to know.

As long as I can't feel safe, I can't let go even a bit. I keep my self in control so much that it's not good at all. But I can't change that because I'm afraid I loose it completely. I need to get some stability before I can start letting me free a bit.

I have no idea does this make any sense to anyone. I just try to thoughtpuke to easy my feeling even a bit.

I feel shit.

Saturday, 9 March 2019

I fucked up again.

I know it's the stress that make's me have this lapse, but still it hurt me. It hurt me to see the look in my family's eyes, it hurt to hear the words and all the time I can only say and think. " I know!"

I say stupid, hurting words. I don't mean to, I don't even realize those might be wrong words, not before I've said them and then there's that look. Something in me don't let me even apologize right a way, no I need some time to beat my self up first, then I can apologize and even explain.

I'm such a mess right now, even that my medication does take the worst edge off from both ends, but it doesn't help with adhd, and I'm not sure do I want to start different medication for that, last one didn't help much. Maybe later, when I've gotten this fucked up bipolar disorder back in my control... well hopefully even bit more.

But this is hell at the moment. I don't know really who am I. I am uncertain about everything, even how to make a fucking food. I can't make up my mind in little things or big things. I've lost my self somewhere in this hell that started over year ago when something triggered something in me, and everything went to shit. I can be calm on the outside.. well kind of.. but inside me there's a war going... or maybe it's more like earthquake and global warming mixed with alien tsunami.

I try to hide my uncertainty all my mess inside, I feel ashamed of it, so I act like I'm the superman or something. I try to hide the feeling of being nothing so hard. I'm quite sure that this actually just make things worse, both to people around me and me. But I don't know how to stop... yet. I will find it. I will.


I need to cry, but cry don't come. I need to sleep, but sleep don't come.

Yet.

I know I'm getting better, the medicine is working enough for me to be hopeful again, but I need help to get my self back in shape, and currently the professionals haven't been able to help me much, because, I'm in line to get more examinations to know what is wrong with me and maybe then they can help me get better.

But what I feel is.. that I'm lost. Lost in me.

I try to unload myself on.. well.. here. I write novel/s. I paint, drawn and hopefully get to make ceramics again too. I study Spanish, just because. I dream to at least try to get in university. But.. most of all I dream to find my self again, to be able to be great father and great husband.

I love you wife.
I love you offspring.

Thank you and Sorry.

Never give up, Never Surrender. 

Thursday, 28 February 2019

Don't read this post.

Yeah, that's always scary.

So what have I been thinking now? Well, I think I might be some kind of conspiracy theorist, but is it actually theory if we can see it all around, all we need to do is open eyes?

I've been thinking that why I think people are useless and stupid.

Well the easy way is to say, that because most of them are.

It's only sensible explanation for why capitalism has taken the place of God or Gods, why we (yes I do think I'm part o the problem) are destroying the one place where life as we know it did get started and have kept us living (fore the slower ones of you, I mean Earth, the Planet. 3th rock from the sun). How could I, who see all the idiotic, useless, pure evil and puppet leaders around me, have any brighter thoughts about the race that I'm part of?

We the humans, we have intelligence and technology and means to fix things, go to stars and save Earth. We've had it for years now, but because we are sheep we believe governments and corporations who only care for the all mighty capitalism and keep saying it's only system that works, well, it doesn't, it never has.

We could be on stars and we could have turn the things around here in earth, but for the fucksake we keep doing the opposite. To my understanding it can be only because we are selfish and evil and stupid. Specially the so called leaders, but also those fuckers who let those leaders be in power.

How can we be so blind to see what is happening? How can we not want to fix this? Why do we just watch how Governments and corporations keep destroying everything..

It's not true what they say about capitalism, it doesn't keep us living, it destroys us. Because of it, parts of earth are suffering from hunger, nature is dying (well actually I believe it's mutating to ways it can get rid of the disease that is us.) The funny part is that, I'm 100% sure that earth will survive, it's us the humans whom we are destroying.

I do sounds quite depressed, but actually I'm optimistic.

What's there to be optimistic you ask?

Because I see the youth, I see even my own generation have some brains and potential. Even that older generations don't give a fuck, and are more interested to get money than thinking of future of their children and grandchildren, but some of my generation have decided to live their life different way, I am, I've been growing among forest, I have always been felt aliened the life around me, the money worship, believe that job brings joy, that governments mean good for the people, that corporations give fuck of us, non of is true, it's just that we have been brainwashed to believe it's the only way, and now, when the youth have waken to see it, governments and corporations are fighting even harder to keep the brainwash on, ruining the school systems, crapping on healthcare, stealing support from those in need.

There's no trushworthy media anymore, They are trying to take over the internet, taking money from schools and libraries... doing all they can to limit the way to get information.

But... it won't stop this. THEY CAN'T STOP YOU!
Take over the world young people, let the babyboomers drown in their own filth, you save what's left. Don't mind us, we had our chance, we didn't take it. 

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