desiderata310
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The last few days have been a whirlwind of activity. Work has kept me busy with 18 hour days and miserably cruel, my brain won't let me rest when there is time. So I am here, close to the end of the week with only 6 hours total sleep in the last two days. My suicidal thinking is getting… alarming. At times, I find myself ready to go off and kill myself NOW and a few minutes later, I am ready to hang on by my fingernails for a while longer. I don't understand why.
Last night during the show I got to that place. I was at work just chatting and found myself wishing I could end it but hanging on by the fingernails. Today my blood sugar tanked, my appointment at the doctor's office was blown because of my HMO. I stopped to get my new glasses and couldn't wear them because I couldn't see and had to send them back and while my 'problem child' is quitting, I feel more hopeless than ever about work and I wanted to end it. I managed to pull through after eating but when I got home again today, I found myself thinking about my plan: send the kid off to M town, cancel my therapist, and go on "vacation" and allow myself time and space to finish the job.
About the time that I had figured out that I could make the plan work, J called from M'town. I broke down and answered and we chatted for a little while and while I feel better, I can feel those thoughts creeping back. There is no one I can tell here. I can't tell my therapist. I'm sick of being dependent on him and telling him Saturday? I will either be better or be gone by then. It feel disingenuous to tell him. Like I am looking for attention.
Truth is, I don't know why I feel like this. I'm cycling back and forth between almost ok and full out suicidal so much so fast, I can't even keep up with it. When I feel ok, I can feel the suicidal thoughts hanging directly over my shoulder and I know it's not far away. If I think just even a slightly negative thought it's there.
I'm stronger than this, I'm better than this but then again, I'm not. I've been thinking all day about sorting things out: closing my Facebook account, cleaning up some last minute details, sending my son off, and just finally, figuring out how to kill myself and not make a mess of it. It's not plans for next week or tomorrow that will stop this. I have to either stop feeling like this now or there won't be any number of plans for next week that will stop me from taking that next step.
For the moment, I'm ok. But then again, that feeling is creeping back and that giant is sitting on my chest again. And any minute, S is going to wind up emailing me again. I feel trapped and cornered.
I have to work tomorrow. I'm so f*cking tired.
Last night during the show I got to that place. I was at work just chatting and found myself wishing I could end it but hanging on by the fingernails. Today my blood sugar tanked, my appointment at the doctor's office was blown because of my HMO. I stopped to get my new glasses and couldn't wear them because I couldn't see and had to send them back and while my 'problem child' is quitting, I feel more hopeless than ever about work and I wanted to end it. I managed to pull through after eating but when I got home again today, I found myself thinking about my plan: send the kid off to M town, cancel my therapist, and go on "vacation" and allow myself time and space to finish the job.
About the time that I had figured out that I could make the plan work, J called from M'town. I broke down and answered and we chatted for a little while and while I feel better, I can feel those thoughts creeping back. There is no one I can tell here. I can't tell my therapist. I'm sick of being dependent on him and telling him Saturday? I will either be better or be gone by then. It feel disingenuous to tell him. Like I am looking for attention.
Truth is, I don't know why I feel like this. I'm cycling back and forth between almost ok and full out suicidal so much so fast, I can't even keep up with it. When I feel ok, I can feel the suicidal thoughts hanging directly over my shoulder and I know it's not far away. If I think just even a slightly negative thought it's there.
I'm stronger than this, I'm better than this but then again, I'm not. I've been thinking all day about sorting things out: closing my Facebook account, cleaning up some last minute details, sending my son off, and just finally, figuring out how to kill myself and not make a mess of it. It's not plans for next week or tomorrow that will stop this. I have to either stop feeling like this now or there won't be any number of plans for next week that will stop me from taking that next step.
For the moment, I'm ok. But then again, that feeling is creeping back and that giant is sitting on my chest again. And any minute, S is going to wind up emailing me again. I feel trapped and cornered.
I have to work tomorrow. I'm so f*cking tired.