Daily Log #8 (Disoriented)

This was a strange day. I have always been an anxious person who worries a lot about the future and I brood over the past. Both things that I should do a lot less of and I know it. The last few days, besides sleep problems, I've been more anxious than normal for no particular reason, I think. I've had panic attacks before and I know when they're coming on and I know how to calm myself before the attack can get off of the ground.

This time seems a little different because I'm not running the negative thoughts through my head. As a matter of fact, I've been feeling rather excited about writing the blog everyday along with my other writing. So when anxiety seems to be anxiety for the sake of anxiety, I have a little more trouble keeping it down.

Part of the problem stems from the medication, part of it stems from pain, and part of it stems from no sleep. Normally I would include negative thoughts in that bunch, but today it doesn't apply.

Daily Log #5 (Thankful)

I would like to thank everyone for the emails of support I've received these last few days. It has helped me put things into better perspective.

I started this blog so I could feel like I was doing something to contribute. By putting things on "paper" it helps ease the depression.

I would also like to say that I am taking Welbutrin for the depression and it has helped. I've been able to see a therapist, but now Workman's comp has denied further visits. So until my lawyer works that out this will be the place that I vent.

I am a blessed man. I have a wonderful wife and kids and right now we're able to survive better than most people in this situation. If it wasn't for the knowledge that my family and friends love me, my church supports me, but most of all God will help me get through this, if not for these things I would have given up hope. So I keep going with this load of depression on my shoulders know that all of this pain and associated trials are for a reason.

Having said all that, I should point out that this blog focuses on the negative for a reason. I have to write all of these bad things so the person who reads can identify and maybe feel better knowing that someone else feels the same way. The other reason is for the family member or friend of someone who's suffering. I could gloss over things and make a joke of all this, but who does that serve? No one! I don't want any one's pity or sympathy. That is not my purpose. I simply have to be straight forward so that the truth can be known.