ECT

ECT came up as a possible road to go down in the future along with a planned admission to go off all my meds and start again. Both are scary options and I don’t know how I feel, other than desperate and at the end of my rope.

Waiting on a second opinion. It has been promised for nearly a year but still no sign of it. Not good enough.

Human being

I am not my diagnosis. I am a person with thoughts and feelings. I am not a label.

Return

I think I’ll start writing again.
Anybody out there?

thaw

i cried so much tonight. i cried the tears that have been bottled up for days while i was in that numbed out unreality.

i am beginning to thaw and i do not like it. i am afraid. i am afraid that i cannot control this and that i will be swallowed whole by this grief.

everything is becoming more real, more certain. her body is home. the funeral is on saturday. i have no idea how i am going to get through that. no idea.

her eldest son asked if i would do a reading at the service but there is just no way on earth i would be able to. my brother is going to do it instead. i feel bad but i really can’t do it.
being there at all is going to be so difficult.

i am scared that i am going to crumble. a million little pieces on the floor.
i hated that numbness and the feeling that nothing was real … but i think i want that back now.
this is so much worse. it feels like so much more than i can take.

i am scared.

Heart broken

I am lost and i am broken.

I found out on Tuesday morning that my cousin, who was also
my godmother, died.
She was on holiday alone in Spain and failed to return home on
Monday.

The details were sketchy at first.
We all jumped to the conclusion that she had committed suicide.

She and I shared similar mental health issues and were close
because of that. She always sent me txt messages checking in
with me.

The past mortum showed that in fact she died of something
called chronic obstructive pulmonary disease. She was not
diagnosed with it. She went in her sleep we think thankfully.

I couldn’t believe it when I heard the news. I still can’t. Nothing
seems real. I don’t feel real.
I feel numb and disconnected most of the time. I feel so weird. I
can’t explain it.

we don’t even know when her body will be released and flown
home. Everything is up in the air.

The phone never seems to stop ringing but there is no news.

I can’tbelieve this is happening. I don’t know who or how or what
I am.

Homebase are involved again. They check on me every day but I
have nothing to say. There is nothing to say.

home

i am back home again.
things got very bad. i had to go into hospital for a while. there was no choice. i was more suicidal than i have been in a long time.
i didn’t want to go to hospital but i didn’t have much choice.
now that the fog has cleared and i am a little more stable and a bit more like myself i can see it was the right thing to do.

it was hard being in hospital. it always is. it can be a very scary and lonely place.
it wasn’t the hospital i am used to either. it has closed and joined with a different place so there was nothing and no one familiar there.  as hospitals go .. it was ok. most of the staff were nice enough to me. like everything in life some are better than others.

my self harm was out of control, even in the hospital. i burned myself a lot and almost every day that i was there. they threatened to take my lighter and my cigarettes but never actually did. when my therapist found that out after my discharge she was very angry at them for not acting.
my arms got badly infected and i had to take antibiotics and a special nurse from the general hospital had to come advise the staff what kind of dressings and treatment to use on my arms.
i felt so ashamed and angry at myself but even with both arms bandaged from wrist to elbow and staff having to change and treat them daily i couldnt stop myself. i was out of control.

things eventually calmed down a little. my head stopped racing so much and the constant noise and urges got a little quieter and slower.
i think the med changes have helped me get back in control. while i was in hospital they doubled my thorazine and my seroquel and added in prozac.
i think that the changes and the time out somewhere where i could not act on my suicidal urges helped.

i’m still not feeling very well but i no longer feel like i am an imminent threat to myself. i am calmer and more in control.

it has been a really rough time for me lately.
i can only hope that things move in the right direction now.
i don’t want to end up back in that place any time soon.

long time

long time no post.

i had my gallbladder removed on the 13th. they were able to do it by keyhole thankfully. there was still a lot of pain involved.

i only had to stay overnight. even though it was keyhole it still takes a lot out of you physically. i’m only now becoming pain free.

 

unfortunately i’m also becoming extremely ill … the mental kind this time. the down that has been going on for a month or more has reached a head. i’ve crashed completely. utterly self destructive and suicidal.

i had therapy on monday. i tried to explain how i have been feeling. she made me go to the hospital to see the dr on call.

he really wanted to admit me. i had to make all sorts of promises i don’t really know i can keep in order to stay out.

i’ve been put on the homebase / crisis team. homebase is where special nurses phone to check on you and call to your house every day. it is basically one step out of hospital.

one came today. he has been here before. he talked for an hour or more and then phoned this evening to check on me. he is a nice man but i don’t know what anyone can really say or do to help.

i really don’t want to go to hospital again but i think that that is where this is going to end up.

that or the grave yard.

my head is such a mess. i don’t know what i want or what to do. i can’t cope