I keep trying to type out a response, and then the tears come.
Yesterday, my doctor gave me a bad diagnosis. I will be ok, it's just hard to take in. Last night, throughout the night, my family sent really awful messages about Christmas. I have told a few people about it and the reactions of others are quite strong. It's pretty cruel.
I did ok at first. I distracted... and then in the middle of the night, every hurtful thing about my family and a life time of having to be so independent and work so damn hard just to function - it all crashing in on me. I felt like therapy is nothing but a failure and waste of time, and there are no other options at this time for other therapists (I have checked, obsessively) and didn't handle it well. I relapsed. I fell apart. I called my family screamed at them, and I hung up and threw my phone against the wall. I raged for a moment and then i broke down sobbing. I couldn't stop thinking I have failed so much and I couldn't seem to take myself out of the fight or flight state I was in. It had gotten better after the session and was now back through the roof. I self injured. I stopped and tried to ground again. I contacted every friend offline that is reasonably safe. I just texted or called and asked if they could chat for a few minutes sometime. I'm just could use a friend. I contacted people who often reach out to me for a listening ear after a bad day. No one contacted me back. At all, not even now, almost 24 hours later.
Then I took more of a medication than I am prescribed. I wasn't trying to die. I was trying to sedate the hell out of me before I did more damage to my body. I took Klonopin and it will reduce anxiety but brings on horrible rebound anxiety and I seem to get down when I take it - which is why I only take it 4-5 times a year. Normally, I take prescribed amounts. This time... I took too much. And I want to take more. Knock myself out. I have suicidal thoughts now. My T is on vacation and the crisis line wasn't any help. These so called friends were not there. I have other options to keep reaching out for help.
But I'm drowning.
I'm still drugged from the klonopin, and yes I know that was a huge mistake, so I apologize for being really off kilter right now.