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I am depressed. I think. I can't think straight, I'm sleeping the whole time, I've stopped eating properly and on top of it all I've lost all of my hope and motivation. I feel like I'm going to be like this forever and I may as well die just to stop this prolonged suffering and disappointment.
This all got so much worse a month ago when in therapy we did some difficult ptsd stuff and unlocked all of these feelings and I couldn't cope and everything spiralled out of control and now I can't get myself out or remember how I was managing before.
Three years ago this girl who went to my school killed herself, I didnt know her at all but I read about her in the papers and I felt like it was my fault and I should have died instead. There are complicated reasons why I think that not least because I live 5 mins from the train tracks. I feel like I've been on borrowed time since then like I should have died instead of her because she was the better more loved person.
I can't stop thinking about her. I can't stop visualising myself doing the same thing in the same way like the papers described in grisly detail. I often have suicidal ideation but often it's more about wanting to be saved. Pathetic gestures. When I have done dangerous things they are not particularly lethal. I get myself to the hospital. I am bad because part of the reason I think/do these things is because I want attention and care. I don't deserve attention and care.
I don't want to be attention seeking and bad so I don't want to tell anyone how bad I have gotten. not even my therapist. I think it is unlikely I will do anything. But I am scared because my thoughts are so loud and distressing and my brain is telling me not to tell anyone in case I decide I do want to die and they stop me. But I am not tidying my room because I feel like I can't leave my mother a messy dirty room on top of a dead daughter. Maybe having a messy room is what is keeping me safe.
I don't know what the point of this post is. I feel like the pressure is eating me up and I need to release it somewhere.
This all got so much worse a month ago when in therapy we did some difficult ptsd stuff and unlocked all of these feelings and I couldn't cope and everything spiralled out of control and now I can't get myself out or remember how I was managing before.
Three years ago this girl who went to my school killed herself, I didnt know her at all but I read about her in the papers and I felt like it was my fault and I should have died instead. There are complicated reasons why I think that not least because I live 5 mins from the train tracks. I feel like I've been on borrowed time since then like I should have died instead of her because she was the better more loved person.
I can't stop thinking about her. I can't stop visualising myself doing the same thing in the same way like the papers described in grisly detail. I often have suicidal ideation but often it's more about wanting to be saved. Pathetic gestures. When I have done dangerous things they are not particularly lethal. I get myself to the hospital. I am bad because part of the reason I think/do these things is because I want attention and care. I don't deserve attention and care.
I don't want to be attention seeking and bad so I don't want to tell anyone how bad I have gotten. not even my therapist. I think it is unlikely I will do anything. But I am scared because my thoughts are so loud and distressing and my brain is telling me not to tell anyone in case I decide I do want to die and they stop me. But I am not tidying my room because I feel like I can't leave my mother a messy dirty room on top of a dead daughter. Maybe having a messy room is what is keeping me safe.
I don't know what the point of this post is. I feel like the pressure is eating me up and I need to release it somewhere.