About 2 weeks ago I had a particularly rough night. I felt trapped in a storm of difficult emotions and was having intrusive thoughts, suicidal ideation, and emotional flooding. I called a good friend and talked for a half an hour, which helped a little bit, then I wrote in my journal for a while, which also helped, but less than I had hoped.
I decided to go for a walk, which is usually soothing for me, but halfway through I started feeling a huge upwelling of anger. I had the urge to hurt myself and I acted it out by scraping my knuckles on both hands on a brick wall until they were bloodied, then I walked around for another 20 minutes while the wounds bled. I don't know why it was satisfying, and that's disturbing to me, but it happened. I feel guilty about it, so much so that I didn't tell me therapist last week.
I guess I don't really have a question to ask anyone - just wanted to get this out there and off my chest.
I decided to go for a walk, which is usually soothing for me, but halfway through I started feeling a huge upwelling of anger. I had the urge to hurt myself and I acted it out by scraping my knuckles on both hands on a brick wall until they were bloodied, then I walked around for another 20 minutes while the wounds bled. I don't know why it was satisfying, and that's disturbing to me, but it happened. I feel guilty about it, so much so that I didn't tell me therapist last week.
I guess I don't really have a question to ask anyone - just wanted to get this out there and off my chest.