I have crashed again, but finally today there were moments of hope. Allelujah! Physically I am still wiped out, and a new symptom has joined me - hand trembling, heart palpitating anxiety! My goodness, I was mowed down by waves of anxiety and feeling totally overstimulated today, my eyes were darting all over, heart so fast - but for now that has passed. Still week as buggery, I don't know what that is about. Hate it all. Less sweats, less goosbumps.
But the good thing, moments of happiness. It started when I read another thread here about poopin' and burst out laughing, genuine laughing, for the first time (hey, whatever gets me grinning LOL). Then on the train to work I had this feeling of "yipee I'm on holidays". And then bit by bit the real Alex remerged. I think what was killing me so much before was the total lack of interest and enthusiasm and pleasure, that sense of everything being worthless, the really bleak head that had me thinking big time "f uck me" kind of thoughts, self destructive self violent stuff that used to be a big problem for me as a teenager and junkie.
So, there is hope. Just at present, I am back in the exhausted limp wrung out rag place, as per usual, but the repirieve today was so lovely, and gives me hope that perhaps I am turning the corner.
I can never say enough thank you's to everyone here, wont even try to itemise names because I would for sure miss out on people - bless you all, and for those still in the darkness, hang in for dear life. Easier said than done I know - it truly is a blind faith that things must get better evebtually- and an acceptance that drugs are a dead end street, sooner or later.