JEKBreatheandBelieve
Diamond Member
I have not cut for months. I am not sure how many but I think about 6. This is a hard time of year for me and I can feel parts of myself longing for the release that they know cutting will bring. I am huddling in bed with a computer in front of me sometimes crying or calling out to the void that "I can't do this any more" or asking "Why can't I be normal?". At the same time I can feel a deep sense of wanting this to over- no more misery and a strong desire to just get over it and move one. I am torn by the hatred I feel for myself and the hatred I feel for doing anything productive as being pretend. I just want to feel better. I thought this year was going to be better. Last week was better, but last week wasn't October. I can't keep the momentum going. My body and mind are freaking out in all kinds of different ways. I am staying in one place and using all my strength to do that so I won't hurt myself.
However, in an hour or two I will have to get out of bed and shower, pretend to be functional and go pick up my children (a task I hate- I hate going into daycare), feed them dinner by myself (a rarity), and then I will probably force myself out to choir rehearsal (which may help, but also hurt because while singing helps, pretending I am normal makes me angry and sad). I want to go pick up my kids in my pjs and have the world show me some compassion. But most of the world out there wouldn't understand. And I am afraid to shower because that will bring me closer to self-harm. But it's a rule (internally, from the past or OCD) that I must shower before leaving the house or before going about my day.
I just need to get that out there because I feel so lost.
However, in an hour or two I will have to get out of bed and shower, pretend to be functional and go pick up my children (a task I hate- I hate going into daycare), feed them dinner by myself (a rarity), and then I will probably force myself out to choir rehearsal (which may help, but also hurt because while singing helps, pretending I am normal makes me angry and sad). I want to go pick up my kids in my pjs and have the world show me some compassion. But most of the world out there wouldn't understand. And I am afraid to shower because that will bring me closer to self-harm. But it's a rule (internally, from the past or OCD) that I must shower before leaving the house or before going about my day.
I just need to get that out there because I feel so lost.