Lots of work!

Okay, so I have all of the chapters figured out up until 2007. Still a lot of work to do. I'm going to get the outline done, and then write, and then figure out from there whether I need to cut down on chapters (which, based on how many I have so far, I will probably need to. That or I'll need to combine some of them. I don't know.... would you read a book that has around 40 chapters? lol)

I'm doing pretty well with it though. There is a lot I know is worth skipping because it's just silly filler stuff. And then I know certain chapters are definitely necessary. And daddy seems willing to help just by talking to me about all the things that have happened. It's nice to hear other perspectives. It makes it more rounded.

I'm also working on putting all the invitations together for the wedding so all I have to do when 2 months before hits is throw them in the mailbox.

Schizophrenia

So, in the process of working on my memoir, I'm having to go through written journals, posts made on websites, and online journals. I was, for the most part, okay going through the online journals and the written ones. It was when I got to going through some posts on an old website I frequented though that really blindsided me.

I don't want to go into severe detail right now, and I might not even go into full detail in the book either, but there was a time period where the doctors thought I was schizophrenic. I was seeing things, people, that weren't real. They finally came to the conclusion that it wasn't schizophrenia; it was a coping technique. I saw these people because I NEEDED them. I had nobody else I felt I could turn to, and they played that part. After I started on better antidepressant treatment, started talking to my mom, and made real, lasting friendships, I was able to let go of the delusions. And I haven't had them since then.

This is a big part of my recovery that I have hidden from people. I don't talk about it openly, I don't deal with it. I pretend it didn't happen. But it did. And with this memoir I have to face it.

Going through these posts on the website sent me into a huge anxiety attack. I had to take an Ativan to calm it down, but I'm still dealing with the side effects. Just talking about it is bringing up some of the feelings. So I'm going to end this entry now.

I wish I could escape from it.

Insomnia

So, for the past 7 hours, I've just kind of been lying in bed trying to sleep. I think I might have dozed in and out eventually, but for the most part? Nothing. Maybe at total an hour. And I'm exhausted.

My doctors want me to fix my sleep, but how am I supposed to do that if nights like this happen?

Memoir

So here's my plan: I've pulled out my journal, which I have had since I was 15 and in my first time at the psych ward. I'm also going to find the journal I used to write letters to my grandma right after she died. Then I'm going to start meticulously going through my LJ (and probably my facebook). That's part of why I really need to finish my tagging, so I can just do it all by tags.

While I am going through this, I'm going to have other notebooks specifically for taking notes of the dates, what happened, the particulars, and what I can remember that I didn't write down.

And then finally the notes will be turned into chapters.

Ta-da!