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As soon as the clock strikes midnight on Sunday morning, the state of Iowa will be officially 365 days away from the caucuses.

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Depression Is Real – And It HURTS – Part II – Suicide

After a few short days on the inpatient Psych bed wait list, I simply could not take it anymore. Wait, allow me to back up a bit. . .

A couple of weeks ago I had an appointment with my mental health practitioner. I wrote about all of the tears and thinking that resulted from that appointment right after the event (See Part I of this series on Depression, please). I also shared at that time that I was urged to allow myself to be immediately hospitalized for inpatient stabilization and medication adjustments as well as resuming intense therapy. I refused the immediate hospitalization believing I had things to take care of at home that were far more important than this bout of depression. I did, however, agree that I would allow my practitioner to place me on a wait list for an inpatient bed at the hospital’s stabilization unit. My practitioner said it could be many weeks before a bed was available for me.

Unfortunately, that bed did not open soon enough to benefit me by stabilizing my mental health condition at all. I am letting you know that at this point that I am safe and in the hospital. However, a mere few minutes are all that stood between me and certain death according to a gaggle of doctors, psychologists, and other medical professionals I’ve dealt with the past eight days!

JT and Liz

Last week on Thursday, January 10, 2019 I had an amazing day with a longtime friend, Liz. She had reached out to me a day or so before and asked if she could come visit me. She said that I’d seemed a bit down and she was concerned about me. She wanted to come, talk, hang out, and go eat (one of my favorite things to do – especially whilst depressed). I was super excited to be seeing her as it had been a long time since we’d last seen one another. Also, it had been months since I’d left the house for anything other than necessary outings like groceries, medical appointments, fleeing a fight with Zachary, and holiday garbage. I’ve become almost a recluse quite frankly. The thought of leaving my comfortable corner at home stresses me to the point of cold sweats, pasty complexion, vomiting, and sometimes hyperventilating. Sad but true.

When she arrived we chatted a bit at my home. She met Zachary who had been up for two days (more on that another time). He was very social which is quite odd for him. After a short time, Liz asked if I’d like to go grab a bite to eat – without Zachary. I was eager to do so.

After striking out at the Olive Tree due to their ongoing renovation, we decided on heading on out to The Machine Shed. Liz was in search of a great salad bar and seemed to recall that they had one. The Machine Shed did not disappoint! We both had the salad bar. I felt like once I began talking I just could not stop. It had been so very very long since I had been able to openly and honestly talk to anyone. I was able to say things to her that no one on this earth had ever heard leave my mouth no matter how badly I wanted to talk about some of the things. We laughed. I,of course, cried and whines about things. Liz proved herself to be an incredible listener. She exactly when to reach to touch my hand or arm. She knew precisely when to offer advice and when to be comforting.

After lunch, Liz asked if I knew of any thrift stores that were near our location. I had to embarrassedly admit it had been just over a year since I’d had the opportunity to go out and about for anything other buying essentials (groceries, hygiene, items, and medications) or attending medical appointments. I was clueless as to where anything was, much less things such as thrift stores. We put her telephones work googling local thrift stores.

Isabel Bloom items from Liz!!

We hit DAV and Stuff, Etc. We both found some great buys and treasures. Liz purchased several of the items that lit my eyes up. She got me a hat, a couple of Isabel Bloom sculptures, and a fabulous ceramic rooster piece from the 1940’s to add to my now growing cock collection – LOL. She also bought Zachary a large gold Z, Origami paper, and a hat from the UK so he would not feel left out.

The Infamous Cock Collection! LOL

Around 4:30 PM or so I was getting tired, it was medication time, and she too was getting a bit worn out. The decision was made to head to my place, sort our treasures out, and say our good byes. We snapped a couple of pics for Facebook and my other assorted social media play grounds. We also recorded a quick video just before Liz headed home.

After Liz left, the happiness and excitement about talking and getting so much out, suddenly and for no real reason, the dark pain began oozing back into every part of my being. Throughout the night and into the early morning hours Zachary and I fought about so many different things. Zachary left our home many times throughout the night out of frustration with me and due to his lack of sleep.

By 8:00 AM I was at the point that things were going to become physically abusive between Zachary and I or I had to go to sleep. The PTSD kicked in with a vengeance! I could no longer fight. I balled up in the middle of the floor on my rug (safe space for me and my cat Cedric) and cried and shook for a while. I wanted to sleep but it was all too evasive!

I made the decision to take some of my medication to force myself to sleep. A couple of sleeping pills should do the trick I thought. A few minutes later, literally, I was still awake so I swallowed a few more. Then I could not stop. I swallowed a month’s worth of adderal, promethazine, and a hand full of muscle relaxers I had from months ago. In my clouded mind that was cloaked in the absolutely pitch blackness of my depression I totally knew that the pain was about to be gone. Completely gone for the first time in several years.

I was immediately happy, filled with absolute joy that my pain was about to be erased. For the first time since junior high, all of the dark pain was going to be gone. Actually gone. I prayed over and over that God would grant me His forgiveness for taking my own life. That He would watch over Zachary, my son Justin and his family, and all of my family and friends. I begged God to show them or guide them to understanding my pain and my decision to stop it dead on its tracks.

I remember drinking Squirt and talking to Zachary as the drug cocktail hit me. It felt like I had popcorn popping under my skin. I announced to Zachary that the popcorn had arrived. The police then arrived and attempted to have a conversation with me about something.

The next thing I remember is waking up in the Medical ICU at Genesis hospital. I was on a ventilator (breathing machine) with a female nurse named Paz sitting next to me. She was talking to me, telling me to relax and not fight the intubation tube, to allow it to breathe for me until I was stronger. I struggled to relax. I was in and out of consciousness until Sunday mid-day.

I was taken off the ventilator Sunday afternoon. For several hours Paz talked with me asking if I’d used anything other than amphetamine. I just laid there in my bed. Eventually a physician came and asked if I had used anything other than methamphetamine. I actually sat up and told her that I had not used any meth. I yelled at her that I’d swallowed a month’s worth of adderal and promethazine as well as a bunch of muscle relaxers. Her reply was, “Come on, it cannot be that serious of a depression Sir.”

I completely lost it. I screamed at her. I told her what a vile person she was to doubt the pain of my depression and other mental health issues. I was promptly sedated again.

I next woke to the same physician telling me that if I refused voluntary commitment to a mental health treatment facility she would immediately seek a court order remanding me to the care of a mental health facility somewhere in Iowa. I told her to kick rocks. I remember her calling for a nurse to give me something called versed IV immediately.

Brief description of ECT Treatment

I awoke today to the news I had begun ECT treatment. I was told that it had been decided by a team of mental health practitioners (psychiatrist, psychologist, PA, Nurse Practitioner, OT, PT and two social workers) that ECT treatment would be the quickest and most efficient treatment. I was told I could expect ten or eleven additional treatments.

How ECTs work remains a mystery

I am not certain what the criteria are for ECT treatment nor what long term implications are. For more information on ECT treatment for depression, please see the following:

I am frightened about what ECTs will actually do to my brain. I am terrified I will forget important people, things, and events in my life.

I may not be “with it” enough to write Part III of this Depression series. I shall, however, attempt to update y’all as I am able to. You have my word on that!

Please, if you pray, send a few prayers up for me. I seem to be in a place on my journey that I could certainly use many of them. If prayer is not up your ally, I ask you to please send positive healing vibes my way. Please do not forget about me if I am unable to write over the next few weeks. I will still be around.

Remember, pay attention to your own mental health and well-being. Trust yourself to know when what you are feeling is too much to deal with yourself.

If you need help and you are in crisis or seriously considering suicide, please call 1-800-273-8255 or TEXT MT to 741-741 or call 911. You ARE worth the call for help. It is hard to believe. But you do matter to people.

What An Influenster Winner Looks Like!!

If you’re like me you sometimes wonder who is winning all these great prizes ya hear about. You know what I’m talking about guys! The products that are sent to you for great reviews. Products you don’t pay for. New products that just aren’t within the budget. I think all of us wonder who really wins.

Well, let me tell y’all something real quick like here. Now every one of you knows someone that has won something. Yeppers, I just received an box chalk full of amazing Dove Men + Care products. I am so hyped now.

A few months ago you may recall I did a series of reviews on new Dove Men + Care products. Bar soap, two-in-one shampoo/conditioner, antiperspirant, an a couple of other things. Dove picked me as one of a few recipients of their prize of more great products for men!

I am super excited to let y’all know to be expecting reviews of the products I won including the following: Exfoliating Body Polish, Dry Shampoo, Body and Face Wash With Cooling Agent, Minerals and Sage Antiperspirant, Extra Fresh Antiperspirant, and more.

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Depression Is Real – And It HURTS – Part I

It is not often that I take the time to write about myself in my blog posts. There are so many things that are much much more fun to write about. Yet, every now and then I have an experience or witness something that moves me to the core of my being.

Many who know me may this may find it difficult to read and even more challenging to process and understand. All I can say is that I must write and get this out. I make no apologies.

The past month has been one of the most difficult of my life, all fifty years of it. I have been out of touch with everyone, even my best friends and family. For reasons I truly do not understand at all, I have been depressed. No one close to me died, no discernible changes in my relationship status. No lost job or pets. As a matter of fact nothing truly bad or negative at all.

Today I had an appointment with my therapist and psychiatrist. I cannot remember I Time other than when my father passed away that I have cried so hard. Sobbed. Bawled the ugly ugly cry. Shaking. Snot all over my face and sweatshirt sleeves.

Why was I whaling like my father or husband had died? That was my reaction to being asked how I had been doing since our last appointment. What the hell, right?

I’ve never reacted like this to anything. I cannot fathom reacting to a mere “how have you been?” like this. Even laying here writing this tonight, I can’t believe how this feels.

I’ve had a diagnosis of depression for the better part of two decades. Even knowing that I suffer from depression never prepared me for how I’ve felt the past four or five weeks. I’ve been on and off meds; In and out of therapy for depression and ADHD most of that two decades. I am currently on anti-depressants as well as meds for the ADHD.

After getting myself together in my mental health professional’s office, I was asked what “it” felt like. The tears started all over again. I tried explaining it through tears, snot, and ugly sobs from my gut.

A big part of depression is feeling really lonely, even if you’re in a room full of a million people.

——Lilly Singh

The “it” I referred to is depression. “It” is the ugliest, loneliest, most painful feeling I’ve ever experienced in my life. It is not just being down in the dumps or feeling blue. It is not something I’ve ever encountered in my entire half century of life – The anger, frustration, feeling totally alone surrounded by many people, and utter rage about everything and nothing at all! Not when a partner committed suicide. Not when my father died. Not over a break up of a relationship or the loss of a fur baby.

I’ve spent weeks of the past four or five weeks praying to simply go to sleep and not wake up- ever. I’ve pushed the limits of my sleeping meds even foolishly mixing them with alcohol and other drugs hoping to hit That magical mix that would result is a never-ending sleep and crossing the proverbial bridge to the other side where there is no pain of any kind. No pain. No more tears. I wrote a letter to be found when I succeeded at finding the mix I sought. I told a single other human being I wanted to be dead and I was trying.

Ironically the one person who knew my awful secret and the extent of my pain was a total and complete stranger I encountered on a walk at 4:18 AM a few mornings ago. A complete stranger suddenly knew more about my painful reality than any person who knows me and loves me. This person, like my psych med prescriber, just said, “Good morning. How ya doing?” I snapped at the person, “ya really want to fucking know how I am? Or just asking because it is the right thing to do at fucking 4:30 in the damn morning? Pretty sure it’s the latter. But you asked – I’m shitty. I want to be dead. I just wish I had the balls to do it!” Then I bawled and walked home.

Depression, for me, has been a couple of different things – but the first time I felt it, I felt helpless, hopeless, and things I had never felt before. I lost myself and my will to live.

—-Ginger Zee

Back to today’s appointment with my shrink (no offense to any mental health professional), after all the tears and a few revelations I made to her, her response was to ask me to voluntarily ask for inpatient evaluation and treatment. This triggered another unleashing of the floodgates that have held back what seems like gallons of tears over the past weeks.

I am currently on a waiting list for a psych unit bed. I have very very mixed feelings about all of this. Does it make me weak? Is it the right thing to do? What implications will it have for me and my future? What will it do to some of my personal and professional relationships going forward? I am TERRIFIED of all of this. This fear seems to be making my depression more intense. Absolutely senseless to me. I just want to give up, throw in the towel, and be done with it all. Period.

Depression is REAL. It is excruciatingly painful in a way I simply cannot explain nor understand at all. I just know how very very much it hurts me right now. Every molecule of my being is impacted by this pain and feeling of sadness and emptiness.

Depression is rage spread thin.

—–George Santayana

This is not a cry for attention. Nor is it a plea for putty. Rather it is a wake-up call to everyone. Our mental health is an integral facet of our being. It impacts us at so many levels. Please pay attention to your own mental health and well-being. Trust yourself to know when what you are feeling is too much to deal with yourself.

If you need help and you are in crisis or seriously considering suicide, please call 1-800-273-8255 or 911. You are worth the call for help. It is hard to believe. But you matter to people.