Siberian Khatru
Apr 8, 2003, 09:13 PM
A while back, I lost my phone line. Having full-time internet access was probably the only thing keeping me 'sane'. I live in a trailer with my mom (I used to live alone, and then I went to college for a while, but my finances all died and now I live in a tiny tiny place. Bah.).
I get depressed a lot. Vivi knows... I've probably put far too much on her in the last couple years with my ranting and such... :( well... usually, I'll write a poem or something when I get down. That's probably why I've got a billion of 'em floating around... :| Now, I really don't have anywhere to turn. I take Effexor XR for depression (used to take Lexapro, but it was ineffective) and Seroquel so I can sleep. I can't really talk to my mom, because she's nearly always drunk... and talking to myself just brings back the really scary stuff... I'm too paranoid to keep a journal or a diary.
I don't even know where I'm going with this. My thoughts are disjointed and don't even make sense to me. I guess I should just be thankful for the good friends I have here, especially Vivi_Stalker and Arrowcat. To be honest, getting to know them was probably one of the best things to happen to me in recent times...
So should I submit the post, or not? I don't even know if anyone can make sense of it. I guess I will... if it doesn't make any sense, just disregard it.
Edit: Now I remember. Kinda. Ugh. I'm pissed off at my alcoholic mom, and I usually take a double-dose of my Seroquel to knock me out so I don't have to think.
I have the sudden urge to write. Non-fictional happenings from this morning.
"What's that Yes CD you left in my CD player, in the Suburban?" She was obviously intoxicated. It wasn't her appearance, or her tone of voice, or even the very question she asked that caused me to be aware of her drunkenness. It was the simple fact that after her morning cup of coffee, she switches over to alcohol, and it was already noon.
"Is the the red one?" Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe wasn't technically a Yes album, but it was all the same to her. She even refers to the work Jon Anderson did with Vangelis as Yes music.
"No, not that one. I think the dog chewed that one up." Mother****er. I hate her dog. And I hate her dog even more for chewing up my ABWH CD. It wasn't easy to come by. I cursed under my breath, and the knowledge that I remembered to rip it before I lent it to her kept me from shaking uncontrollably.
"Well, I don't remember putting any Yes CDs in your CD player." Yes was her favorite band. She didn't even know who Yes was until I showed her my Symphonic Live DVD. Months later, she disregarded all other affilations with bands to fully embrace the Yes spirit. This is a good clue to her intoxication. She should know Yes inside and out, so why was she questioning?
"It's got that one song, All On A Sunday." All On A Sunday? That's not Yes. "Yeah. I swear I heard Jon Anderson singing his heart out."
"Mom. That's Spock's Beard." I sighed and turned to my medication. This was going to be a long day.
...that was pointless. Ugh... *lays down on the ground and stares at the lights*
I get depressed a lot. Vivi knows... I've probably put far too much on her in the last couple years with my ranting and such... :( well... usually, I'll write a poem or something when I get down. That's probably why I've got a billion of 'em floating around... :| Now, I really don't have anywhere to turn. I take Effexor XR for depression (used to take Lexapro, but it was ineffective) and Seroquel so I can sleep. I can't really talk to my mom, because she's nearly always drunk... and talking to myself just brings back the really scary stuff... I'm too paranoid to keep a journal or a diary.
I don't even know where I'm going with this. My thoughts are disjointed and don't even make sense to me. I guess I should just be thankful for the good friends I have here, especially Vivi_Stalker and Arrowcat. To be honest, getting to know them was probably one of the best things to happen to me in recent times...
So should I submit the post, or not? I don't even know if anyone can make sense of it. I guess I will... if it doesn't make any sense, just disregard it.
Edit: Now I remember. Kinda. Ugh. I'm pissed off at my alcoholic mom, and I usually take a double-dose of my Seroquel to knock me out so I don't have to think.
I have the sudden urge to write. Non-fictional happenings from this morning.
"What's that Yes CD you left in my CD player, in the Suburban?" She was obviously intoxicated. It wasn't her appearance, or her tone of voice, or even the very question she asked that caused me to be aware of her drunkenness. It was the simple fact that after her morning cup of coffee, she switches over to alcohol, and it was already noon.
"Is the the red one?" Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe wasn't technically a Yes album, but it was all the same to her. She even refers to the work Jon Anderson did with Vangelis as Yes music.
"No, not that one. I think the dog chewed that one up." Mother****er. I hate her dog. And I hate her dog even more for chewing up my ABWH CD. It wasn't easy to come by. I cursed under my breath, and the knowledge that I remembered to rip it before I lent it to her kept me from shaking uncontrollably.
"Well, I don't remember putting any Yes CDs in your CD player." Yes was her favorite band. She didn't even know who Yes was until I showed her my Symphonic Live DVD. Months later, she disregarded all other affilations with bands to fully embrace the Yes spirit. This is a good clue to her intoxication. She should know Yes inside and out, so why was she questioning?
"It's got that one song, All On A Sunday." All On A Sunday? That's not Yes. "Yeah. I swear I heard Jon Anderson singing his heart out."
"Mom. That's Spock's Beard." I sighed and turned to my medication. This was going to be a long day.
...that was pointless. Ugh... *lays down on the ground and stares at the lights*