Almost every night for the past three or four months i've drifted to sleep while imagining myself dying, or cutting myself, or stabbing myself or burning myself, or any number of violent scenarios. The only terrifying thing about it is that it's a comforting scenario. It lowers my my heart rate and helps the anxiety subside so I can sleep.
The best I ever remember feeling was when I burned four holes in my leg. It took a year to heal and I had that pain with me whenever I wanted it. I could just squeeze my leg and feel my anxiety fade away. There is always a knot in my throat, and physical pain seems to be the only thing that makes it disappear.
My nightly routine has become making a cup of tea, laying down and squeezing an ice cube until it melts. That usually melts away the anxiety enough to where I can close my eyes and try to sleep. Sometimes just holding a knife against my skin is enough to calm me, or maybe a scalding hot shower.
I know exactly what's happening. I'm shutting down, Isolating. It's exactly what I do whenever I let little stressors snowball out of control.
I'm not going to kill myself. I know firsthand how that effects others from when my sister tried when we were kids. But f*ck, If I didn't have a few people I actually care about in my life, this heartbeat would be my last.
Actually laughed reading an old journal entry: "you haven't lived until you've wanted to die"
I'm livin' it up
I think i'm emotionally constipated. I know the healthy thing to do would be to cry. But I can't cry. I can get just to the threshold of tears, and then I go numb. All that emotion finds its way to some sink hole in my psyche where it festers into dreams.
Goodnight. As shit as I feel I can guarantee you i'll be here in the morning...
The best I ever remember feeling was when I burned four holes in my leg. It took a year to heal and I had that pain with me whenever I wanted it. I could just squeeze my leg and feel my anxiety fade away. There is always a knot in my throat, and physical pain seems to be the only thing that makes it disappear.
My nightly routine has become making a cup of tea, laying down and squeezing an ice cube until it melts. That usually melts away the anxiety enough to where I can close my eyes and try to sleep. Sometimes just holding a knife against my skin is enough to calm me, or maybe a scalding hot shower.
I know exactly what's happening. I'm shutting down, Isolating. It's exactly what I do whenever I let little stressors snowball out of control.
I'm not going to kill myself. I know firsthand how that effects others from when my sister tried when we were kids. But f*ck, If I didn't have a few people I actually care about in my life, this heartbeat would be my last.
Actually laughed reading an old journal entry: "you haven't lived until you've wanted to die"
I'm livin' it up
I think i'm emotionally constipated. I know the healthy thing to do would be to cry. But I can't cry. I can get just to the threshold of tears, and then I go numb. All that emotion finds its way to some sink hole in my psyche where it festers into dreams.
Goodnight. As shit as I feel I can guarantee you i'll be here in the morning...