Justmehere
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I’m not sure why (my doc thinks this might have been started by taking Tamiflu) but I have been dealing with a ton of depersonalization and derealization this week. Everything is incredibly surreal to me. It’s now crossed from being uncomfortable to something more.
Yesterday was bad. I’ve never been sucidial and numb before, and yesterday I was really floaty and not ok. I won’t describe it. I just wasn’t ok. It came on suddenly too, and in a really weird way. None of this is normal for me. I don’t usually struggle with feeling intensely surreal. I’m using every grounding technique I know... and it’s not making any difference. If it was just feeling surreal, that would be fine. I’d keep enduring on my own just fine.
Yesterday, I tried to get help and it was probably a huge mistake. I really think it was a mistake. I shouldn’t have tried. It made everything worse with everyone.
I tried to get help at an ER, and a stand alone psych hospital. ER said nothing was wrong. Psych hospital said go to the ER, they wouldn’t do an intake, because my problem is medical.
I even texted my therapist, in a weird way. I was being weird. I asked her if she could help me “get psychological help.” She seemed confused but offered to call 911, call the police. If 911 needs to be called, is it an offer? I told her I had been to the ER and they said I was faking being in a crisis. She said yeah, I’m too flat, I’d “probably have to really freak out and then they’d restrain you and admit you.”
Restrain me? Wtf. She was telling me to freak out and get restrained to get help?
Weird comment to read on text. It triggered massive panic. I got present. Fast. Maybe she was trying to spook me into being present? I can handle being flooded with emotions just fine though, and get regulated ok, and she knows that. I stayed present for about 8 hours, connected with a friend. I got through. I was ok. Wtf. How can I go from so not ok to being ok? No wonder the ER said I was fine. Then all the surreal numbness came back. And the thoughts.
Today, I’m back to not recognizing my face in the mirror and having a ton of ideation. It’s just ideation I tell myself. But I’m having gaps in time and that’s not normal for me.
I called again to schedule the intake at the psych hospital. The woman asked if I had been there before. I told her, I tried to get an intake yesterday. I told her my name. She laughed. “Hahaha. I remember you. Hahahahaha.”
I asked why she was laughing. She said, “oh I just remember you. This is funny.” Wtf.
I told her, “I don’t find mental illness funny. Can I schedule the intake now?”
She said she didn’t find mental illness funny either. So, moving on. I asked to schedule the intake. She hung up on me. I called back and the line just rings and rings. I called a third time and they said they can’t help me. It was decided yesterday there would be no intake for me ever. No explaination as to why.
I’m staring at my phone. I can’t feel the phone in my hand. I don’t want to breathe. I have no idea what to do. Reaching my therapist or primary care doc isn’t an option. My therapist told me yesterday to reach out to friends this weekend. Uh. Right ok. I don’t even know how to do that right now. I’m sure it’s painfully obvious, and normally, I’d probably get it, but like what does she even mean?
I can’t handle being around friends and faking being ok like I usually do at the moment... I can’t handle more fake. But telling people in my life who don’t even know I have ptsd, oh hey, yeah, I don’t recognize my face at the moment, and I can’t feel how cold the air is and I just tried to do an intake at a psych hospital and they actually turned me down... and I do not want to breathe anymore... because who is too crazy for a psych hospital?! Apparently me. How was your day?
How is that going to go over ok?! It’s just going to lead to problems. The last thing I need is more fake and more problems.
Yesterday was bad. I’ve never been sucidial and numb before, and yesterday I was really floaty and not ok. I won’t describe it. I just wasn’t ok. It came on suddenly too, and in a really weird way. None of this is normal for me. I don’t usually struggle with feeling intensely surreal. I’m using every grounding technique I know... and it’s not making any difference. If it was just feeling surreal, that would be fine. I’d keep enduring on my own just fine.
Yesterday, I tried to get help and it was probably a huge mistake. I really think it was a mistake. I shouldn’t have tried. It made everything worse with everyone.
I tried to get help at an ER, and a stand alone psych hospital. ER said nothing was wrong. Psych hospital said go to the ER, they wouldn’t do an intake, because my problem is medical.
I even texted my therapist, in a weird way. I was being weird. I asked her if she could help me “get psychological help.” She seemed confused but offered to call 911, call the police. If 911 needs to be called, is it an offer? I told her I had been to the ER and they said I was faking being in a crisis. She said yeah, I’m too flat, I’d “probably have to really freak out and then they’d restrain you and admit you.”
Restrain me? Wtf. She was telling me to freak out and get restrained to get help?
Weird comment to read on text. It triggered massive panic. I got present. Fast. Maybe she was trying to spook me into being present? I can handle being flooded with emotions just fine though, and get regulated ok, and she knows that. I stayed present for about 8 hours, connected with a friend. I got through. I was ok. Wtf. How can I go from so not ok to being ok? No wonder the ER said I was fine. Then all the surreal numbness came back. And the thoughts.
Today, I’m back to not recognizing my face in the mirror and having a ton of ideation. It’s just ideation I tell myself. But I’m having gaps in time and that’s not normal for me.
I called again to schedule the intake at the psych hospital. The woman asked if I had been there before. I told her, I tried to get an intake yesterday. I told her my name. She laughed. “Hahaha. I remember you. Hahahahaha.”
I asked why she was laughing. She said, “oh I just remember you. This is funny.” Wtf.
I told her, “I don’t find mental illness funny. Can I schedule the intake now?”
She said she didn’t find mental illness funny either. So, moving on. I asked to schedule the intake. She hung up on me. I called back and the line just rings and rings. I called a third time and they said they can’t help me. It was decided yesterday there would be no intake for me ever. No explaination as to why.
I’m staring at my phone. I can’t feel the phone in my hand. I don’t want to breathe. I have no idea what to do. Reaching my therapist or primary care doc isn’t an option. My therapist told me yesterday to reach out to friends this weekend. Uh. Right ok. I don’t even know how to do that right now. I’m sure it’s painfully obvious, and normally, I’d probably get it, but like what does she even mean?
I can’t handle being around friends and faking being ok like I usually do at the moment... I can’t handle more fake. But telling people in my life who don’t even know I have ptsd, oh hey, yeah, I don’t recognize my face at the moment, and I can’t feel how cold the air is and I just tried to do an intake at a psych hospital and they actually turned me down... and I do not want to breathe anymore... because who is too crazy for a psych hospital?! Apparently me. How was your day?
How is that going to go over ok?! It’s just going to lead to problems. The last thing I need is more fake and more problems.