theshadowoftheliving
Diamond Member
I disappeared for a while, but now I'm back, apparently.
I'm struggling with losing track of time still, something that hasn't really changed over the years. But what has changed are my dissociated actions.
I'm suicidal. I know that, and I've been fighting hard and seeing my therapist for two hour sessions twice a week. But things aren't getting better. As long as I'm stable, secure, grounded, I know I want to live.
But then there are times that I lose track and dissociate, and I snap back into it halfway through doing something scary. Letting my car drift into incoming traffic. Emptying my prazosin into my hand and holding it, imagining how many of would take to stop my heart. Holding kitchen knives to my wrist and miming the action.
When I started to tell my therapist about this, she panicked a bit and told me that I was at the limits of what she could tolerate on an outpatient basis and if I couldn't stop the thoughts she would have to refer me into a higher level of care, since my ideation has crossed over into actual behavoirs. I'm panicking now, because I didn't even tell her half of it, for one, and because I can't take time out from work (the devastation would be immense) and I can't afford it, and I don't want to be in a hospital. And, I'm panicked because I don't know how to stop things that are happening when I'm totally unaware.
How do I make this end?
I'm struggling with losing track of time still, something that hasn't really changed over the years. But what has changed are my dissociated actions.
I'm suicidal. I know that, and I've been fighting hard and seeing my therapist for two hour sessions twice a week. But things aren't getting better. As long as I'm stable, secure, grounded, I know I want to live.
But then there are times that I lose track and dissociate, and I snap back into it halfway through doing something scary. Letting my car drift into incoming traffic. Emptying my prazosin into my hand and holding it, imagining how many of would take to stop my heart. Holding kitchen knives to my wrist and miming the action.
When I started to tell my therapist about this, she panicked a bit and told me that I was at the limits of what she could tolerate on an outpatient basis and if I couldn't stop the thoughts she would have to refer me into a higher level of care, since my ideation has crossed over into actual behavoirs. I'm panicking now, because I didn't even tell her half of it, for one, and because I can't take time out from work (the devastation would be immense) and I can't afford it, and I don't want to be in a hospital. And, I'm panicked because I don't know how to stop things that are happening when I'm totally unaware.
How do I make this end?