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GreenFrog2
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I had my first major suicidal episode on Friday. It's really hard to talk about this, but I want to share because I am so scared that it will happen again. I think I did well in dealing with it - I'm still here. Am having some residual feelings about it, but nothing to horrific.
I had some really bad news around lunch time, and on top of everything else I really could not deal with it at all. (I can't talk about what it was that happened - within itself not the end of the world, but on top of everything else that I have been dealing with - way, way too much).
The news was delivered by email, and I just froze. Then I hyperventilated and had a panic attack. I was able to click on the forum tab and facebook and distract myself from the distress / terror / shock for a time. Then it started to sink in. The first suicidal thoughts were "I just wanna die", " I want to curl up under a rock and die" - stuff I have had to deal with off and on for ages - I use meditation for this, which helps OK.
Then I started to really think about killing myself - out of nowhere I was planning to stab myself, cut my wrists, drive to the country and use the garden hose to get exhaust fumes into the car.
I could not believe how totally my survival instinct abandoned me, or how intense and strong the compulsion to hurt myself was. It was like I was being driven by this incredibly strong force
So, I went to my safe place - my bed. I played my meditation tape over and over and over - and the thoughts just kept on happening over and over and over. I was more terrified than ever before. I slowly convinced myself that the only option I would allow myself to do was the car exhaust - I then convinced my self that it would be too hard, that I did not have the energy to undertake that plan because it was too complicated.
Didn't really believe that, if I had let myself I think that I would have and could have done it. So, the deal then became that I must stay in my safe place / bed until 5pm as I could contact the crisis line at the time. But, then I had to come back to bed - no pretending that I was OK. Then at 9pm I could take 2 emergency sleeping tablets, which I did. I slept until 4am and then had my last sleeping tablet - which knocked me out until 8.30am on Saturday.
So I had about 8 or 9 hours of this incredible urge, drive , desire to kill myself. There were breaks in there, thankfully, but what a truly evil thing to experience. I had thought that I was going through a really tough patch, but would get better - now I am really not so sure
I was thankfully really groggy all day Saturday and most of Sunday - too tired to even watch much of the tennis. To tired to think much - even had a nice few hours in there of peace and respite.
I am proud of myself for being able to be aware of what was happening, and to care for and comfort myself - I was kind and gentle to myself through the entire experience. As a first timer I think this was pretty good, and a testament to how much progress I have made.
I coped.
But I am now concerned about it happening again - is this likely, will it be frequent, will it always be so bad????
Happy to receive small, quiet pieces of advise about this - not up to reading about too much of other people experiences for now. Just stuff on what happens next???
Note: may trigger the reader.
I had my first major suicidal episode on Friday. It's really hard to talk about this, but I want to share because I am so scared that it will happen again. I think I did well in dealing with it - I'm still here. Am having some residual feelings about it, but nothing to horrific.
I had some really bad news around lunch time, and on top of everything else I really could not deal with it at all. (I can't talk about what it was that happened - within itself not the end of the world, but on top of everything else that I have been dealing with - way, way too much).
The news was delivered by email, and I just froze. Then I hyperventilated and had a panic attack. I was able to click on the forum tab and facebook and distract myself from the distress / terror / shock for a time. Then it started to sink in. The first suicidal thoughts were "I just wanna die", " I want to curl up under a rock and die" - stuff I have had to deal with off and on for ages - I use meditation for this, which helps OK.
Then I started to really think about killing myself - out of nowhere I was planning to stab myself, cut my wrists, drive to the country and use the garden hose to get exhaust fumes into the car.
I could not believe how totally my survival instinct abandoned me, or how intense and strong the compulsion to hurt myself was. It was like I was being driven by this incredibly strong force
So, I went to my safe place - my bed. I played my meditation tape over and over and over - and the thoughts just kept on happening over and over and over. I was more terrified than ever before. I slowly convinced myself that the only option I would allow myself to do was the car exhaust - I then convinced my self that it would be too hard, that I did not have the energy to undertake that plan because it was too complicated.
Didn't really believe that, if I had let myself I think that I would have and could have done it. So, the deal then became that I must stay in my safe place / bed until 5pm as I could contact the crisis line at the time. But, then I had to come back to bed - no pretending that I was OK. Then at 9pm I could take 2 emergency sleeping tablets, which I did. I slept until 4am and then had my last sleeping tablet - which knocked me out until 8.30am on Saturday.
So I had about 8 or 9 hours of this incredible urge, drive , desire to kill myself. There were breaks in there, thankfully, but what a truly evil thing to experience. I had thought that I was going through a really tough patch, but would get better - now I am really not so sure
I was thankfully really groggy all day Saturday and most of Sunday - too tired to even watch much of the tennis. To tired to think much - even had a nice few hours in there of peace and respite.
I am proud of myself for being able to be aware of what was happening, and to care for and comfort myself - I was kind and gentle to myself through the entire experience. As a first timer I think this was pretty good, and a testament to how much progress I have made.
I coped.
But I am now concerned about it happening again - is this likely, will it be frequent, will it always be so bad????
Happy to receive small, quiet pieces of advise about this - not up to reading about too much of other people experiences for now. Just stuff on what happens next???