I have been quiet lately, feeding off my mom’s voice in my head that if I don’t have anything nice to say, I shouldn’t say anything at all. So, I am breaking the rules.
Lost would probably best describe how I have felt most of the time lately. I can’t remember things, much more so than usual. My sense of “time” is completely off. Can’t tell you if it has been one week or 2 months since things have happened.
I am living day-by-day, not knowing if I will make it through the day.
I plan for my future and my demise all in the same hour.
I am suffering from wicked thoughts of suicide that are in my brain but don’t feel like my thoughts. It’s confusing.
I try not to act on any of the suicidal plans, yet at times I find myself getting up to go do whatever is my demise of the hour. Most times I catch myself when I am getting up and am able to stop myself. Sometimes I haven’t been completely lucky with that strategy.
Some days I feel morbidly depressed. I have resorted back to hiding in my bedroom as much as possible. I spend countless hours staring out the window, and suddenly I have an extreme depressive feeling, which follows with a graphic idea of killing myself.
I don’t know where these graphic suicidal ideas are coming from as I am much more practical than to think of these ways if I was suicidal.
I imagine there is extreme anger and pain behind the graphic ideas about my demise.
As I said, it gets so confusing. I think parts of me are “leaking” into me in a way that I cannot distinguish me from them. As such, their thoughts seem to make perfect sense to me.
Yes, I should stab myself with a butcher knife and lie down in my bed to bleed to death over night.
That is so not me, but yet it is me.
I would never do that to my children, but in my head it feels as though I will.
The world is so lonely for me right now. I am fortunate to have a spouse, therapist, and friend who know about some of this and are trying to get me help.
But, I worry no help exists.
In my life in the mental health system, there have been times when I know if I just went and worked on “x” I would stabilize or feel better. Honestly, I have no idea what x is for me this time.
Lost, pushing through each day hoping to gain some clarity the next day. It doesn’t come.
I am wasting my life, lost, never feeling grounded to this earth and my life.
The clock ticks, and ticks, and ticks. My dilemma stays the same. My fragility about my life continues.
I must have some hope hiding in me somewhere, but it is well hidden. The confusion in my mind keeps it from coming to surface. It is amazing to see the mind work so intensely against itself.
I plan for the future. I plan my demise. I don’t know how this will play out. I hope for the best, whatever that turns out to be.