FindingMyself88
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The title says it all. Last night was one of my worst nights since getting out of the psychiatric hospital 6 weeks ago. I posted a thread yesterday about feeling numb and disconnected. It continued into the night and so I took my medicine early and tried to go to bed at 10:30. I woke up around 11:45 from what I think was a flashback instead of a nightmare, not sure. All I heard was my old step mom's voice yelling. She molested me and her and my dad got into violent fights, so just her voice will set me off. I jolted awake and immediately was in a panic attack. Part of me wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I still couldn't really feel anything.
I got up and tried watching tv for a little while, but it still didn't help. By around 2am I tried laying back down, but I couldn't do anything but lay there. Before I really even thought things through I was up and in the kitchen grabbing a knife. I just needed to feeling something. This was my first time cutting again since going into the hospital as well. I don't cut really deep, I cut just enough to make it bleed and burn. The burn is what I really want at times like that. Something to distract me or make me feeling something. I then realized what I was doing and where I was heading, so I reached out to a crisis text line. I talked to them for about an hour through text. Didn't really help, once you've talked to them several times they all basically say the same thing. They listen for a bit, then ask if I'm in counseling, then ask me to think of some of my coping skills I can use. If they worked in those situations, I wouldn't be calling them! When I get to certain points, they just don't work.
Anyways, after that I eventually went to sleep around 3:30am, although it was far from restful. Now I can't believe I cut again, I had been doing so good not to. But yet, part of me isn't upset about it. Like I said, I don't cut deep. I just do it to feel something.
Normally when this happens I would talk to my T, but this is the first time I've cut since I started seeing my new T. I like her a lot, but I don't know if I can make myself tell her something like this yet… Plus I don't see her again until next Friday.
I got up and tried watching tv for a little while, but it still didn't help. By around 2am I tried laying back down, but I couldn't do anything but lay there. Before I really even thought things through I was up and in the kitchen grabbing a knife. I just needed to feeling something. This was my first time cutting again since going into the hospital as well. I don't cut really deep, I cut just enough to make it bleed and burn. The burn is what I really want at times like that. Something to distract me or make me feeling something. I then realized what I was doing and where I was heading, so I reached out to a crisis text line. I talked to them for about an hour through text. Didn't really help, once you've talked to them several times they all basically say the same thing. They listen for a bit, then ask if I'm in counseling, then ask me to think of some of my coping skills I can use. If they worked in those situations, I wouldn't be calling them! When I get to certain points, they just don't work.
Anyways, after that I eventually went to sleep around 3:30am, although it was far from restful. Now I can't believe I cut again, I had been doing so good not to. But yet, part of me isn't upset about it. Like I said, I don't cut deep. I just do it to feel something.
Normally when this happens I would talk to my T, but this is the first time I've cut since I started seeing my new T. I like her a lot, but I don't know if I can make myself tell her something like this yet… Plus I don't see her again until next Friday.