Quote From: morbius001Ya know... IF I were serious about "checking-out"... telling someone... ANYone, would be the last thing I would do... no... strike that... I would not 'tell' anyone. I've gone so far as to plan how... to leave instructions (in case anything were to happen to me)... ... basically, I've planned what I will do, and how to fool anyone who may attempt to stop me, and to make it look like an accident.
Yeah... I'm diagnosed with severe depression, severe anxiety, anhedonia, and agoraphobia... and, I'm being treated for all, both with counceling, and with medications. And, for the moment (and quite recently), I'm still hangin' in there (Ritalin has helped a great deal)(as has Xanax). I've been through a host of metal-health professionals... (if you believe in such a thing)... and, I do believe who I have now, cares, and is doing the best job they can. But- all of the mental issues are symptoms... and I am about 99.9999999% sure I wouldn't be dealing with any of them, if it weren't for the main 'root cause'.
The short-story is: In 2001, I suffered a back injury at work... a place I had 'given my all' to for nine years. My family doctor (at the time) kept prescribing x, y, and z, and after each one, would shedule me to come in for a follow-up in 3 months. After a year of this... and going thru physical therapy (which just worsened the back-pain), I discoved that my docotor and my ex-employer were buddies, and it looked almost as if the real idea was to just keep me busy, until the state's one-year limitation expired (for me to file suit).
While I had insurance, I went to every medical professional in the area... had every kind of test... 2 MRI's, CATscans, 4 epidurals, and then ultimately was referred to a pain center. I had always considered myself a 'mind over matter' kinda person... that I could or should be able to ignor or block-out pain... and for a while, I did a fair job. But over time... pain wears you down... relentless 24/7 pain, no matter what I did... it was becoming overwhelming. Just about everyone's had some sort of toothache... you know... the kind that makes you stop what you're doing... and you can't focus on anything EXCEPT getting that pain to stop. That's just a small taste.
My wife, at the time, basically just didn't get it, and even though I had significant investments to live on, and zero debt... condo paid-in-full... she just couldn't understand why I'd let "a little back ache" keep me from working. Needless to say, she wasn't happy... (short version) so we divorced. So much for "in sickness and in health", huh?! Ok... so ... water under the bridge, and I'm still hangin' in there. In 2004, I received a letter from Social Security informing me that I may be eligable for disability.... IF I applied. Now understand... I've never want 'something for nothing'... I wasn't raised that way, and I've always pulled my own weight. But- people kept telling me "This is YOUR money". So, I started the ball rolling, and filed. Everyone said that unless you've lost all four limbs and your head... expect to be denied at least two or three times. I did get an attorney... after my first denial. (Oh- by the way... these so called 'Disability Doctors' are a joke, and the tax payer is being ripped-off, big time!!!!). This doctor didn't spent a whole minute with me during my so-called exam.
So- I had my first court hearing in early 2007, and was denied again. From the judge's response, it sounded like he got my case mixed-up with others... so much so, that my attorney spoke with him, personally. (Short story) "He didn't have time to get into to it... his decision stands". Ok... so we filed an appeal... a year and a half ago. I'm in the cue... but we're still waiting. Meanwhile- I'm prescribed 90mg of methadone and 40mg of hydrocodone (per day, every day), just to take the edge off the pain.... and this has been for almost four years, now.
The thing is... intense pain, which never let's up... just eats away at one's resolve. The doctors don't have a clue as to the cause... and, I'm not going to let them cut on me, if they don't have any clue. (would you?). The only time that I'm not in pain is when I'm asleep... IF I can get to sleep. Part of my Xanax is just so that I can sleep... because... and understand this... it always hurts.... it hurts if I sit, if I lie in the bed (I can't sleep on my back or stomach anymore)... it hurts even more if I stand, or walk on flat surfaces. I try to 'rotate' which chairs I do sit in during the day... because after a while, I have to move to a different sitting position.
I've lost my insurance, so everything medical is 'self-pay'. I've tried working several jobs. If I tell the truth (that I've got a bad back)... the employer won't hire me, because they're affraid they will end up getting sued. If I don't tell the employer, and they hire me... within a week or two... they notice that I'm in pain... which ultimately leads to me being 'let go'. Besides- now here's a conundrum for ya... if I don't take my pain-meds (so I can drive), my pain level becomes overwhelming. If I DO take my meds, I risk becoming drowsey, falling asleep... either on the road or on the job. And we can't have that, now can we?
I live alone. There's no one I can get a ride from. There's no public transportation in my area. And, I've even looked into working online, on the computer. But again... the drowseyness and/or pain level, and having to constantly move to different chairs, makes it pretty difficult... not to mention the drug-induced mental haze, which is highly disruptive, and affects my memory.
Friends don't really understand... or care... not really (with a couple of exceptions)(but even they have their own lives and troubles). And I want to tell ya... some people might 'think' they'd love to sit at home all of the time. Yeah... right. That flies for about two weeks, at the most. I get so incredibly bored... and in the last year or so, I believe I must have just given up. I look forward only to sleep... (because that's the only time I'm not aware of the pain). And no- I don't even get a 'buzz' from the meds... nor am I interested in 'a buzz'. There's more efective pain meds... but, until or unless I have some sort of disability/insurance, I can't afford them.
And now... to top it all of... what money I had so carefully invested for my retirement (what I've be having to live on)... the recent economic volitility has left me with about a years-worth, to live on... IF it doesn't get worse. You gotta have something to hold on to... something to look forward to.... some kind of hope. For me, if I don't get disability... the game is over. I'm nearly 53... there's no way I could live with my kids... no other family to speak of... and even with my condo paid-in-full... the housing market is gone in this area. There's so many houses for sale... three on my small block alone. And even if I could sell it... what then? Where would I go?... with who?... and how long could I pay my bills until I've gone through everything... and all, while still in enough pain, it often brings tears. I wouldn't be able to load a truck with my stuff... I'd have to hire a moving company.
So- pity party? Nah... doesn't sound like that to me... (of course, someone will, no doubt, point out that I'm full of narcotics, and therefore can't think straight). So tell me... what would you do? Let's revisit some of the factors:
- constant, never-ending pain (even with meds)
- disrupted sleep
- Disire to work, contribute, and socialize... but the pain level prevents everything
- no hope of a resolution to stopping the pain
- severe depression
- feelings of worthlessness
- complete bordom... and lack of interest in anything... and no enjoyment of anything (anhedonia)
- panic attacks and extreme anxiety, periodic agoraphobia
- no support network (except for healthcare professionals... who charge to 'care')
- realization that there are 'fewer days ahead, than behind'.
- No partner... basically, alone... except for a dog (and he can't drive in spite of my best efforts)
- No matter how often you hear "There's help out there".... you 'draw' a blank.
And there's more... but let's not over-do this 'pity-party'. So... if you found yourslef in a position like this... think about it.... what would YOU do? Huh? Now remember... you have to live this way for at least seven and a half years before you can answer... You know... the 'walk in my shoes' thing.
Ya know.... it's not a matter of "IF" you're gonna go... it's only a matter of when, and how. I would rather control that myself. If I was 20 years old... and still had my whole life to live... that would be something different. But I've lived and worked and played and had a family and kids and grandkids and hopes and dreams and everything. Now, I have pain, and pain, and pain, and pain, and pain, and pain... and season that to perfection with some depression, anxiety, anhedonia, and whatever else. Is the point, to live to be so old, I can't feed myself, and to be confined to a wheelchair, with drool running off my chin... and to just keep on living... 'cause that's just what you're supposed to do? No thanks. Most animals know when "it';s time"... call me kookie... but I'd like to think that some of us are at least that smart. Besides... what's to fear? It's gonna happen at some point.... right? Since my religious beliefs don't include a heaven or hell... the very worst that could happen is crossing-over to find 'nothing'.... just black... no time... no awareness of anything. But, I don't believe that. I believe we all DO cross-over to the next state (no... not Mississippi).
Your post is like my husband wrote it himself. What you are physically going through is much like my husband went through. He was injured on the job, 3 failed surgeries, uncontrolled pain, isolation.
At a work comp hearing the opposing council told my husband and I that he would wait for my husband to die before he would settle his case.
I was his princess, we loved unconditionally and we were all we had.....just my husband and I, he was the most wonderful compassionate man I ever knew.
His depression became severe, but he was on AD meds and saw a therapist every other week. His pain was out of control but he was going to a pain clinic and being monitored on methadone as he became opiate tolerant. He would be up for days and then sleep for days. I was there for him, we were one.
I came home from the grocery store and he was just sitting in his chair, I sat down on the couch to talk to him. He took a handgun with a laser out from the side of the chair, pointed it at me and said " I am done, I can't take the pain anymore, no more" He wanted to take me with him, I pleaded for my life and he turned the gun to his head. His life ended before my eyes.
A part of me did die with him, I will never be the same, I have lost the best of me. The people who loose loved ones to suicide so often search for the WHY, I know why my husband took his life, so finding the why won't help heal your soul, mind and spirit as you grieve.
Can you help me understand how my husband lost his mind to pain? Tell me how one thinks when pain takes over their life....please.
I called my husbands therapist the day before he died as he had an appointment and begged him to put my husband in the hospital, I told him he bought a gun (he hid it so I couldn't find it) He lied to get his foid card. I told his therapist how my husband was acting. He told my husband it was OK for him to have a gun if he wanted to go hunting. My husband couldn't stand for more than 5 minutes at a time how could he go hunting.
All the pills for depression and pain, all the hours with therapist could not help my husband.
We did everything and in the end no one would help me, help him. So even when you have it all, pain and depression take your life. Pain drove my husband insane. He was only 52 years old.
Forever grateful