I don't want to be alive anymore.
It hurts too much.
I tried hard and I still have to struggle so much.
I feel can't trust BS. In the middle of all this he feiced with the caravan when he had absolutely promised not to do this, unless he has discussed it with me. I told him without the caravan as a safe place I was brutally honest with BS that I would have a breakdown if there was any uncertainty about the caravan. Because I can't live in the house. I don't have any furniture. And the tradie attacked me in the house. I am not up for exposure therapy at the moment.
There's still the Insurance Company to deal with.
I can't trust my psychiatrist. My psychiatrist promised me that she would take good care of me. She absolutely lied to me. She ridiculed me and mocked me when I expressed fear, concern and doub around transitioning. If I hadn't believed her I could have been searching for a psychiatrist for the last couple of years. I could be more informed.
I didn't know if I was going to have enough medications. It was very stressful. It would potentially take a couple of years to wean off the medications. I am not stable now but as soon as I can I want to go down on the medications. Just a maintenance dose of 50-100 mg of the Endep.
I never want to be dependent on a doctor for medications ever again. It was too much her saying she would withhold them from me. Then confusingly sent me more scripts that she's ever sent than she's ever sent me before.
Then she lied to me again, telling me she couldn't send repeats for one script that she has now sent five repeats of. She is so inconsistent.
I just wanted a couple of positive comments. I wanted her to feel a bit proud of me because I tried so hard.
I feel so alone. I lived with so much pain as a child. I looked after my sisters and brothers and I saved their lives. If I stayed at home at 15 years old he would have killed us all and then the pain would have ended.
In 2013 my father moved 10-12 blocks away from me and he was stalking me again. I fled the state. He was escalating and he would have killed me. If I had stayed then the pain would have ended.
I feel so unhappy and trapped.
I don't want to be alive anymore.
I can't find anywhere else to live because I don't have enough money. And I can't manage much at the moment.
I need to learn Radical Self Compassion so I listen to myself and not get cut off and told to do something else. I just wanted deep listening. I didn't need to be told that I need to do more. Feic I have known that for years. I just want to be listened to and belong some where.
I can't do what I can't do. I was profoundly dissociated, fragmenting and in so many parts. That has to heal a bit before you can make progress.
And for me right now I can't even do basic things. I am so burnt out. I can wash a few cups, lie down with an ice pack on my neck/skull and then get up again or not depending.
I don't have a kitchen, laundry or the house fixed enough to live in. I was maxed out
I had a big sob this morning. I really needed all that to come out.
I don't have the energy to deal with BS at the moment.