reality911
03-02-09, 08:59 PM
I drink because I'm depressed and I'm depressed because I drink.....is this becomming me?
Ok, so this is embarrassing, but here goes. So for the past year now I have been in and out of jobs, and slowly losing my social life. I just don't feel like picking up my phone when my friends call, and I have been working twice as hard at my jobs, and trying to find one that I can last at. More days than not, I have stopped at the local liquor store for some wine for the past 6 months. It all started as a "why not, since I am working so hard I deserve a treat." Well, this "treat" has been happening at least 4 times a week if not more, often ending up in me finishing the whole bottle myself. (about the only thing I have finished in the past 3 months)
I think the problem is, is that when I drink it brings an element of fun into doing stupid stuff like cleaning my apt, doing laundry, etc and remaining positive and unfettered when faced with difficult people or situations. It's just super hard to get myself motivated to do anything these days. I tell myself that I will finally wash the dishes that have been piling up, but instead, I throw them in the trash and get new ones. I have now resorted to paper plates and plastic silverware, which is scattered about my room as I write this. My clothes are in total dissaray, and even when I do put these away, it takes about 15 minutes for them to be everywhere again, and it just seems like putting everything away takes 10X as long as finding what i need. This can definitely be extended to the rest of my life; I feel like I work my butt off (at least 12-16 hours a day) for my jobs, but I always seem to say or do something that gets me canned. I have been barely making my rent for 2 years now, and have been constantly stressed about money.
I just feel like I need to relax at the end of the day, and let loose. I have tried yoga, but its just hard to get myself motivated after a long day at the computer. I meditate almost every day, but that doesn't help either. I read books about sprituality, self help, and some great novels, but that only serves as a distraction at the moment, that I only do on train rides. I force myself to draw, write, interact with people, but all of these things are just that--forced--and leave me more stressed. Plus, some wine, some upbeat music, and suddenly I am in the mood for cleaning, organizing, and maybe going at my projects with a second wind . And most times, some beer and a movie will get me to excercise, or call one of my friends.
Yes, I have depression, and yes, I am on medication for it. Lexapro, along with my Adderall. I have tried experimenting with doses of each, but more of the Adderall just makes me more anxious, and more lexapro just makes me "ok with everything so I can just be happy with everything," and still not get much done, or make a real change. ARG, all I can seem to focus on is my damn projects, and those are seeming to take longer and longer. And even when I tell myself I will treat myself with a bath, a run, some dancing, or even hot chocolate and a movie, I cannot focus for the life of me, and start picking my nails or becomming anxious about what I SHOULD be doing to lift myself out of this mess instead of this.
I'm sorry for ranting, but it just seems like I am spiraling downwards, and nothing that i've done before (like yoga, meditation, reading inspiring books, having inspiring conversations with anyone at all) is helping. It just feels like I keep trying keep working, and nothing works out for me. Even my friends see it, and they have backed away from me like I had a voodoo curse or something.
I know that the alcohol is definitely NOT helping, and I go on spurts where I just don't drink...but that just makes me more anxious, and the people around me see it, and constantly ask me if I'm stressed out. Am I becomming an alcoholic, and physically addicted to alcohol?? I mean, I don't drink during the day, but its becomming an every night thing. This is scaring the living daylights out of me.
Lately, drinking or not, I can't seem to get myself out of bed, or even to cash my last paycheck. I have been trying to do laundry for weeks now, and still can't get to the laundromat on time. I can't motivate myself to do anything outside of my computer work, and even that has been a drag. I have never been like this, especially since I started my meds 4 years ago, and I am seriously trying everything, but I just can't seem to make my life work anymore. Everything I do seems to come crashing down, and the only thing I can take from it is a "learning experience." Well, I have become sick of learning and want to somehow maintain a meager job, and some notion of sanity. And I just feel like I'm even scared to get myself into another situation that fails. They say that failure is the best way to learn how to succeed, and I try to believe that, but how much failure can one person take without breaking??? And why the hell can't I just take care of myself and live life like other people?? Any advice, or empathy would be appreciated. I feel like I have been at the end of my rope for a long time now...and I hate myself for it.
Thank you so much for reading this post, even if you didn't get through all of it. These forums are often times my only source of support, and I thank you all so much for being here and sharing your lives, insecurities, happiness, and successes.
AHH! i'm getting all mushy and stupid writing this...where do i go from here?
Ok, so this is embarrassing, but here goes. So for the past year now I have been in and out of jobs, and slowly losing my social life. I just don't feel like picking up my phone when my friends call, and I have been working twice as hard at my jobs, and trying to find one that I can last at. More days than not, I have stopped at the local liquor store for some wine for the past 6 months. It all started as a "why not, since I am working so hard I deserve a treat." Well, this "treat" has been happening at least 4 times a week if not more, often ending up in me finishing the whole bottle myself. (about the only thing I have finished in the past 3 months)
I think the problem is, is that when I drink it brings an element of fun into doing stupid stuff like cleaning my apt, doing laundry, etc and remaining positive and unfettered when faced with difficult people or situations. It's just super hard to get myself motivated to do anything these days. I tell myself that I will finally wash the dishes that have been piling up, but instead, I throw them in the trash and get new ones. I have now resorted to paper plates and plastic silverware, which is scattered about my room as I write this. My clothes are in total dissaray, and even when I do put these away, it takes about 15 minutes for them to be everywhere again, and it just seems like putting everything away takes 10X as long as finding what i need. This can definitely be extended to the rest of my life; I feel like I work my butt off (at least 12-16 hours a day) for my jobs, but I always seem to say or do something that gets me canned. I have been barely making my rent for 2 years now, and have been constantly stressed about money.
I just feel like I need to relax at the end of the day, and let loose. I have tried yoga, but its just hard to get myself motivated after a long day at the computer. I meditate almost every day, but that doesn't help either. I read books about sprituality, self help, and some great novels, but that only serves as a distraction at the moment, that I only do on train rides. I force myself to draw, write, interact with people, but all of these things are just that--forced--and leave me more stressed. Plus, some wine, some upbeat music, and suddenly I am in the mood for cleaning, organizing, and maybe going at my projects with a second wind . And most times, some beer and a movie will get me to excercise, or call one of my friends.
Yes, I have depression, and yes, I am on medication for it. Lexapro, along with my Adderall. I have tried experimenting with doses of each, but more of the Adderall just makes me more anxious, and more lexapro just makes me "ok with everything so I can just be happy with everything," and still not get much done, or make a real change. ARG, all I can seem to focus on is my damn projects, and those are seeming to take longer and longer. And even when I tell myself I will treat myself with a bath, a run, some dancing, or even hot chocolate and a movie, I cannot focus for the life of me, and start picking my nails or becomming anxious about what I SHOULD be doing to lift myself out of this mess instead of this.
I'm sorry for ranting, but it just seems like I am spiraling downwards, and nothing that i've done before (like yoga, meditation, reading inspiring books, having inspiring conversations with anyone at all) is helping. It just feels like I keep trying keep working, and nothing works out for me. Even my friends see it, and they have backed away from me like I had a voodoo curse or something.
I know that the alcohol is definitely NOT helping, and I go on spurts where I just don't drink...but that just makes me more anxious, and the people around me see it, and constantly ask me if I'm stressed out. Am I becomming an alcoholic, and physically addicted to alcohol?? I mean, I don't drink during the day, but its becomming an every night thing. This is scaring the living daylights out of me.
Lately, drinking or not, I can't seem to get myself out of bed, or even to cash my last paycheck. I have been trying to do laundry for weeks now, and still can't get to the laundromat on time. I can't motivate myself to do anything outside of my computer work, and even that has been a drag. I have never been like this, especially since I started my meds 4 years ago, and I am seriously trying everything, but I just can't seem to make my life work anymore. Everything I do seems to come crashing down, and the only thing I can take from it is a "learning experience." Well, I have become sick of learning and want to somehow maintain a meager job, and some notion of sanity. And I just feel like I'm even scared to get myself into another situation that fails. They say that failure is the best way to learn how to succeed, and I try to believe that, but how much failure can one person take without breaking??? And why the hell can't I just take care of myself and live life like other people?? Any advice, or empathy would be appreciated. I feel like I have been at the end of my rope for a long time now...and I hate myself for it.
Thank you so much for reading this post, even if you didn't get through all of it. These forums are often times my only source of support, and I thank you all so much for being here and sharing your lives, insecurities, happiness, and successes.
AHH! i'm getting all mushy and stupid writing this...where do i go from here?