Does it ever feel like things are spiralling out of your control?

“The world is too big”

It’s become a real struggle lately to get through the days. I don’t seem to have the capacity to deal with everything that’s going on. Yesterday my brain got to a point where it decided to pull the covers over its head, shut its eyes and clamp its hands over its ears. I was left in a largely vegetative state; I was in no way anxious or unhappy, I was just numb.

My sister took me for a walk to see if that would help me feel more myself. Although I could look around and focus on the scenery, I couldn’t focus on it in my mind. The same went for my thoughts; I felt empty. There was no articulation going on in my mind except the intrusive loop of song lyrics. I felt like a blank canvas.

Song lyrics have become particularly oppressive recently. They never really bothered me before but now they are bad enough as to drive me to insanity. And they are not alone. The intrusive thoughts and images seem to be getting worse. I put this down to the lower antipsychotic dose I am on now.

CONSTANT VIGILANCE!!              

It feels like an uphill battle at the moment, like I’m straining to survive. It would be so easy to let my guard down and allow the intrusions to rule me. That does worry me quite a lot. What if I start to go along with those thoughts and ideas? I know in theory that they are my thoughts and ideas because they originate from my mind but I have to keep reminding myself of that.

When I’m tired the intrusions are particularly strong and unfortunately tiredness has become a feature of late. This I put down to the meds also. I heard that people with Schizophrenia have to work twice as hard as people not afflicted to deal with their thoughts. It’s no great leap to see how even a 2.5mg reduction of a 20mg dose could make a lot of difference in this respect.

Duvet Day

How do you know if you’re going into relapse? Could it be withdrawal from social situations? Or maybe hearing voices? What about sleeping all day?

I am a member of a karate club. I used to go every Thursday. I’ve been struggling to go since my dose of Olanzapine was dropped. One week I couldn’t face the two hour bus journey. Another, I became unable to contain the new level of excitement I was able to experience as a result of lowering my dose. This has been going on for a while now. Yesterday I couldn’t get on the bus.

I spent the day leading up to the class feeling very excited about going. It was only when I started to walk to the bus stop that I felt funny. I could physically feel myself shutting down as I pushed on. It’s hard to describe what it feels like to do so. However the effect I am able to tell you about.

When I was 17 years old I took an English test. I wasn’t nervous or anxious as I opened my paper. I looked down at the question and realised that I couldn’t read it. I could look at the writing but nothing happened. I remember how odd it felt.

When the bus pulled up I had the same feeling. The bus was there but I didn’t know how to get on to it. I couldn’t imagine doing so. I don’t know why that happened – at least I wasn’t consciously aware of any reason. Somehow I couldn’t access that core part of me that does things. Despite that I felt quite lucid, though only on a surface level.

I had all the hardware but there were no programs running.

Even subconsciously an experience like this would be upsetting. Not understanding why you can’t do something just makes it worse. I spent today unable to get out of bed. I had no motivation to get up. I just felt so tired.

So that’s two off the list; sleeping and social withdrawal. Am I going into relapse? I thought I’d be conscious of some change that would signal so. But what if this is it? I can only hope that these are withdrawal symptoms and that they will disappear as I adjust to the lower dose.

It’s tough right now because I want to do so much more than I am capable of doing. I want to be able to provide for my fiancée. It kills me that I can’t do so. I feel so helpless.