Well, they all seem to know I have these thoughts, as just monday night I told the facilitator in my trauma group that I still had these thoughts and have a plan, but no means, so its in the future unless I change my thoughts. I was surprised she did not do something then, because she also works on the mobile crisis team.
I suspect its a matter of time before I have to be in a facility. Who know maybe tomorrow or the next day.. I think its an eventual certainty. I really want to feel differently, but I don't. And I can't seem to shake this.
If I do get hospitalized my concern is where, SP TDU would be the place best to deal with why i feel this way, but around here, the local unit is at PRMC, its a small, extremely highly triggering unit, with two doctors who are worthless that I can't stand. And it has almost no activities, so its a warehouse, if I end up there I will just end up locking up mentally. The other place is cambridge state hospital, but that's involuntary. However Involuntary in my state you can be place in any hospital with beds. So even PRMC exists with that path.
As to plans, I don't have the financial means to obtain the means, so no matter how I feel and how close I get to such a choice, I have no way to take the choice. In many ways So it gives me distance to change my thinking or mind. The only bad thing about this is in the past attempts have been unsuccessful as most are, and like most in the past there was always an element of hope in the mix. This is the first time I have not only a written plan, but have researched and developed a multimethod layered plan that is 100% successful. So I have never been more serious about the outcome, so much so I don't want to do anything unless its foolproof.
And yes, I sort of have given up, I have come to the conclusion that no matter what I do, I will always be dealing with all this, and struggling all the time just to exist, even before being happy comes into the picture.
What was done in 1977-78 is so far reaching that the fall out is sort of forever. It has robbed me from July 27, 1977 on of any chance of a decent and/or happy life. Instead all I have know is pain, and struggle, I can't relate to people because of it, I can't have relationships, I can't hold a job, I can't trust, I can't be hugged, I can't be loved, I can't even watch TV due to triggering content, In a non-literal way my life ended on July 27, 1977.
I am tired, and want out.
I appreciate your support, and if it is worth anything it helps, I am hanging by a thread or two right now and in a way your help is a thread, that is helping me get by day by day. I have a sliver of hope left or I would not be here. But I don't know how long it will last.
I don't want to feel this way, but I am trapped in it.