Hello everyone,
Lately, I've been feeling extremely suicidal, with plans to either overdose on Zoloft or crash my car going ~90 mph. The strangest thing about it is that I'm suicidal at the same time that I'm not. It's not so much that I want to die but that I want to hurt myself in a terrible way - an extended, dramatic form of self harm, I suppose? It's like I'm flirting with suicide but don't want to fully commit yet. Still, at least three times a day these thoughts will barrel into me and I will want to kill myself. My reasons are mainly that I feel I have no reason to exist anymore, that I'm a waste of space, that kind of thing. I'm wallowing around in a pit of PTSD, depression, anxiety, and maybe even BPD. I've attempted suicide three times in the past couple of years, and ended up in the psych ward back in July. It was such a terrible experience for me, but lately I've felt that it's time to go back again. Existing, living, is laborious. I really have nothing to live for. The only thing keeping me alive is writing-related - I'm a published poet - and seeing whether or not x journal will accept my work or not, which is a surefire way to make me even more suicidal. Every time I'm even moderately inconvenienced, these thoughts of suicide return, and I'm scared of them. I'm scared I'll act on them and do something drastic and irreversible. But still, they persist... what do I do? Should I tell my therapist/psychiatrist about these thoughts? Should I go to the hospital? Am I a failure if I end up at the hospital again?
xoxo
Lately, I've been feeling extremely suicidal, with plans to either overdose on Zoloft or crash my car going ~90 mph. The strangest thing about it is that I'm suicidal at the same time that I'm not. It's not so much that I want to die but that I want to hurt myself in a terrible way - an extended, dramatic form of self harm, I suppose? It's like I'm flirting with suicide but don't want to fully commit yet. Still, at least three times a day these thoughts will barrel into me and I will want to kill myself. My reasons are mainly that I feel I have no reason to exist anymore, that I'm a waste of space, that kind of thing. I'm wallowing around in a pit of PTSD, depression, anxiety, and maybe even BPD. I've attempted suicide three times in the past couple of years, and ended up in the psych ward back in July. It was such a terrible experience for me, but lately I've felt that it's time to go back again. Existing, living, is laborious. I really have nothing to live for. The only thing keeping me alive is writing-related - I'm a published poet - and seeing whether or not x journal will accept my work or not, which is a surefire way to make me even more suicidal. Every time I'm even moderately inconvenienced, these thoughts of suicide return, and I'm scared of them. I'm scared I'll act on them and do something drastic and irreversible. But still, they persist... what do I do? Should I tell my therapist/psychiatrist about these thoughts? Should I go to the hospital? Am I a failure if I end up at the hospital again?
xoxo