NovemberStar
Platinum Member
I'm really ashamed to be thinking this way, but I'm hoping others have felt this way AND found a positive way out / healed.
I'm battling depression. I've had a PTSD relapse for the past 6 weeks. This week I began resorting back to my eating disorder to cope and since then the more intense PTSD / flashbacks have eased.
I'm more depressed though. I have a period of more intense suicidal ideation for a couple of hours daily. The main problem right now is I've started to have suicidal fantasies about being rescued.
The main one is that I go see my T after having immediately taken an overdose.That collapse in her office and she takes care of me. Of course, I would be unconcious so I wouldn't even know or experience how she cares for me. If I die as a result of the overdose, it doesn't matter. The purpose is imagining and 'knowing' (fantasy) of will happen. I just want someone to care - and care so much that they would react intensely. My head tells me I'd 'die happy' if I were to act this out.
I know I probably need to TELL my T - despite feeling so very ashamed. The urges to act it out are quite strong though.
How have others dealt with this? What helped it go away?
I'm battling depression. I've had a PTSD relapse for the past 6 weeks. This week I began resorting back to my eating disorder to cope and since then the more intense PTSD / flashbacks have eased.
I'm more depressed though. I have a period of more intense suicidal ideation for a couple of hours daily. The main problem right now is I've started to have suicidal fantasies about being rescued.
The main one is that I go see my T after having immediately taken an overdose.That collapse in her office and she takes care of me. Of course, I would be unconcious so I wouldn't even know or experience how she cares for me. If I die as a result of the overdose, it doesn't matter. The purpose is imagining and 'knowing' (fantasy) of will happen. I just want someone to care - and care so much that they would react intensely. My head tells me I'd 'die happy' if I were to act this out.
I know I probably need to TELL my T - despite feeling so very ashamed. The urges to act it out are quite strong though.
How have others dealt with this? What helped it go away?