JEKBreatheandBelieve
Diamond Member
Why does everyone keep saying they know I will be just fine? That I will make it through this? That I will be okay?
Right now I hate my life. I feel like I am just making a mess of everything and I don't feel fine and I certainly don't feel like my life is going to be just fine.
My kids came home today and they were loud and running around and getting hurt and fighting...you know kid things. But I can't handle kid things and I was not adequately prepared for them mentally to be home and loud and all of that. I was actually having my daily check-in with a crisis worker when they came home.
I ended up switching (I have dissociative identity disorder) and "running away" from home. My cell phone didn't work because we just switched companies and I have a phone I have no idea how to work. So I ended up at the crisis center instead. And while I was bawling my eyes out, she said I could go home and that she knew I would be fine. She wasn't trying to be unkind or insensitive, I truly believe she felt that way.
But I hate it. I hate that I am lost in a land where no one understands me. No one can help me. And I just have to be the good girl who goes home, takes meds (as prescribed), and go to sleep because somehow magically tomorrow will be better. And if not, don't worry we'll just take it one day at a time!
I wish I could be as optimistic as other people are about my life. I wish that I somehow knew the suicidal part and self-harm impulses weren't going to take over. I wish I knew that everything will work out fine because right now I am so confused and hopeless feeling about it all I feel none of that optimism. Not even a little.
Right now I hate my life. I feel like I am just making a mess of everything and I don't feel fine and I certainly don't feel like my life is going to be just fine.
My kids came home today and they were loud and running around and getting hurt and fighting...you know kid things. But I can't handle kid things and I was not adequately prepared for them mentally to be home and loud and all of that. I was actually having my daily check-in with a crisis worker when they came home.
I ended up switching (I have dissociative identity disorder) and "running away" from home. My cell phone didn't work because we just switched companies and I have a phone I have no idea how to work. So I ended up at the crisis center instead. And while I was bawling my eyes out, she said I could go home and that she knew I would be fine. She wasn't trying to be unkind or insensitive, I truly believe she felt that way.
But I hate it. I hate that I am lost in a land where no one understands me. No one can help me. And I just have to be the good girl who goes home, takes meds (as prescribed), and go to sleep because somehow magically tomorrow will be better. And if not, don't worry we'll just take it one day at a time!
I wish I could be as optimistic as other people are about my life. I wish that I somehow knew the suicidal part and self-harm impulses weren't going to take over. I wish I knew that everything will work out fine because right now I am so confused and hopeless feeling about it all I feel none of that optimism. Not even a little.