I feel like I've just been sad for so long that when something bad happens it doesn't even get a reaction out of me. I don't cry, I just sit there, numb. I feel like I've completely shut down, I feel like I don't even exist. The only thing that lets me know I'm here is the physical pain I feel. My insides hurt so much it's hard to breathe, it's like all my demons are sitting on my chest restricting my breathing. I've been over using my inhaler lately, normally I only need it for exercise, but as of the last two days (today especially) I've been using it like I have full blown asthma (which I don't).
There's this little part of me that wants to die tonight. Part of me wants it to be an accident so that it isn't labelled a suicide, but there is also this other part of me, the part that wants someone to see how much I'm hurting right now and stop me. I don't know how much more abuse I can take. It's killing me. I won't be able to hide the marks this time. My T will see, my nurse practitioner will see... I know between the two of them at least one will ask, probably both. I can't lie, but I don't want to tell the truth about how it happened either...
Probably because if I said how it happened, how I got into a situation where it could happen again I would be locked up for being a complete basket case. The truth is I don't exactly know. I wasn't feeling good today, I went home from work because I almost passed out. I went to the walk in clinic, the doctor is a complete quack - and something happened and I dissociated and don't remember anything else after until I was home in bed again.
No, I won't email my T about it ahead of time. Not because I think she doesn't care, but because she can't fix anything through email - plus it forces me to think about it too much between now and when I see her again. Time for some medicated sleep before work tomorrow. Need enough energy to put on my "happy" face all day.
There's this little part of me that wants to die tonight. Part of me wants it to be an accident so that it isn't labelled a suicide, but there is also this other part of me, the part that wants someone to see how much I'm hurting right now and stop me. I don't know how much more abuse I can take. It's killing me. I won't be able to hide the marks this time. My T will see, my nurse practitioner will see... I know between the two of them at least one will ask, probably both. I can't lie, but I don't want to tell the truth about how it happened either...
Probably because if I said how it happened, how I got into a situation where it could happen again I would be locked up for being a complete basket case. The truth is I don't exactly know. I wasn't feeling good today, I went home from work because I almost passed out. I went to the walk in clinic, the doctor is a complete quack - and something happened and I dissociated and don't remember anything else after until I was home in bed again.
No, I won't email my T about it ahead of time. Not because I think she doesn't care, but because she can't fix anything through email - plus it forces me to think about it too much between now and when I see her again. Time for some medicated sleep before work tomorrow. Need enough energy to put on my "happy" face all day.