thank you for the responses
@ruborcoraxxx and
@grief !
I've been sick for the past week (the flu) so I must apologize for the late answer. I had one "hell week" as I call it, but my head isn't entirely under water at the moment

I'm not sure if my PMS is making my PTSD even harder to deal with, but every 3 week I'm just an utter mess, really, I'm somewhat functional on a day to day basis, but oh boy, PMS is a killer.
As for diary stuff, I am absolutely dreadful at keeping one due to my adhd, but I will try my best.
But yes, last night I had some energy to take care of my partners needs, and it felt really great, I got one whole serotonin molecule to get me through the winter-
I guess that was when I realized that it's something that I really used to love, just making people happy and content is something that fulfill my needs as well.
Maybe it's because I feel like less of a burden, maybe it's because it's someone close to me, being happy because of me, makes me feel good all together-
It might as well be a guilt thing, but I feel less like I want to grab the closest knife to me and jab it into my abdomen when I am capable of making the people around me happy.
Though my loud thoughts of self harm has calmed, one thing is very worrisome, Idk where it came from, but the other day I was calmly talking about ending my own life, I felt no remorse, no guilt for it, even though my SO broke down. That strong apathy was nothing short but disturbing, like, I am apathetic often, I mostly just feel anger and sadness, or nothing at all, sometimes a small warm feeling in my chest, but I usually mask my apathy as to not hurt the people in my life.
But this time it was something else entirely, I haven't felt like this since my last attempt almost 10 years ago (Iv'e had one attempt earlier this year but the feeling wasn't as bad as this) If I were home alone, or if my SO wasn't awake, I wouldn't have been here writing and that's a scary thought, I wanted to die, I was so ready to just get it over with, but now I'm just scared of this other person hiding in there. It wasn't desperation, it wasn't anything really, all I thought was that I I'm ready to just never wake up again, because at this point does it matter if I live or die if every waking moment is a fleeting feeling, I already felt dead at that moment (also oml so sorry for the tumblr angst here, but Idk how else to describe it)
The most alarming thing after this, is how my suicidal ideations seem to be more frequent, it used to be a couple of times a month, then every week, and now every other day almost.
Therapy has been good though, at the very least there is that- I also reached out to my old boss after avoiding it for years, he is a very kind and understanding man so idk why I was even terrified of reaching out, he's pretty laidback so I know it'll be okay (Trying to use more of a positive language lately, even if I don't necessarily believe what I say or write, cognitive therapy woop woop) Also got back in touch with an old friend, that I've been avoiding because she's friends with my ex's new supply
(ironically enough the new supply is someone I tried to befriend, I've been in her situation, the whole 'my ex is crazy, block her shtick' so I hardly blame her). Situation is still making me nervous, but I know she were in my situation once and she would never drop me out of the blue like that, even if my ex tried to convince her, she's very sweet, thoughtful and a softie, despite of what my anxiety tries to tell me.
Also really tired, Iv'e had 8 hours the past 42, crossing my fingers I'll get some proper sleep tonight