Thanks
@lostforgottensoul - I went to a social event with friends yesterday, and it ended up being stressful. Too many people trying to talk to me about a subject (politics) I didn't want to talk about it... not then... not now... Politics were not pushing me over the edge but it was more than I could handle in the moment. I felt frustrated and tired. I did tell everyone I'm in a no-talking-about-politics space. Boundaries.
I did reach out to my therapist again today during business hours. I was like um, "so is this a no, you can't talk? are you ok? did I screw up here?" She responded back really quickly and indicated she tried to call me several days ago. Somehow, I didn't get the call... She asked if I needed to talk and if it could wait until the end of today. I told her I have coping tools and I am developing a plan to get through the week. I think all I need to know is that you are there and we are ok. She replied that she is there and we are ok.
I know, I should have asked to talk. I KNOW. I don't know why I backed down. I'm not sure I needed to talk to begin with? I think I did, I think I still do...? I don't actually know.
I usually know what I need to get out of a really bad spot, even if it's an impossible thing... at least I know. This time, I'm not sure. It's confusing to me that I don't know. Something has shifted inside of me. I know my therapist could help me sort this out, but it seems like in-session stuff, if I can keep myself alive until then... and I think I can.
I will see my therapist tomorrow, I just have to make it until then. I have made plans to be with friends this week and I do seem to be getting through each day.
It was actually helpful to just know she was there - I think that's all I really wanted to begin with, which I don't know if that is a good thing or not to even want. I'm so confused right now. But I got myself up and dressed and out the door, sans random attacks from random people. I keep having a lot of thoughts about suicide, but I still know I would drag myself to the ER before I acted on them.
A friend of mine reached out to me this weekend. Someone they know had committed suicide. They were handling it well, just needed to connect. It didn't bring me down, but it was a gentle reminder that this fight is worth fighting.
I won't let the darkness win.
I'm really glad for all the support here. Thank you. I haven't been very good about responding... but being able to reach out here, and know my words would fall amoung some kind and insightful peers, who would not react but encourage me to keep enduring through this - it has helped tremendously. It helped me slow down and make more thoughtful and healthier decisions through this. Thank you all.