BluMac81
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So it's been a while since I posted here, I hope my posts aren't so closely monitored by those who wish to extort me by now...
Things have not been good. While I did finish the semester with OK grades {identifying details deleted}, I did so with very little focus due to all the dramatic stuff regarding the roommate situation.
Then the tiredness, for the past few months I'm always tired, unless I'm drunk. All I want to do is sleep (reminds me a quote... 'to die, to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream, ay there's the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come'). And certainly I at least get 5 hours of sleep, and sometimes 9 hours of sleep, yet I still feel tired every single day, again, unless I'm drunk... or in a social situation (anxiety arousal.)
Which brings me to the suicidal ideation. I have called the suicide hotline 4 times in the last 2 months. I wake up each morning saying to myself 'I do not want to live!', and go to bed each night praying that God would 'take my life'. I know it sounds insane, but I feel I do not belong in this life, that I am weak, worthless, and hopeless. Not only that but I feel life in itself is a waste of time since we are all going to die anyway.
Thus, my {self-injury} has gone up significantly {graphic details deleted}, and my suicidal urges have become more than fantasies but realities [edited out graphic details]. But I just can do it, do it to my loved ones, my mother, and sisters.
The pain inside you cannot see. I heard someone on the radio today talking about eutheniasia, he said 'give them drugs to ease their pain, don't kill them', and I thought it outrageous, when they do not know the unseen psychological pain, nor can they measure it with any device. Thus we turn to drugs and alcohol. And for me, over the past months, it's been alcohol, I drink every day pretty much, when I am poor and need food or liquor the little money I have goes to liquor over food. I am a full blown alchoholic now, because being drunk is the only pleasure I feel. It is the only time that I don't hate myself.
In terms of therapy, I am continuing with DBT treatments though the progress is slow, my therapist reccomended (and I scheduled) an appointment with an ACT certified psychologist. My psychiatrist has me on lorazapam, lunesta, and celexa. Yup, back on SSRI's. And yes I do have lots of xanax left over so I intermingle the lorazapam and xanax for fear of withdrawl effects. But yea, the SSRI's, again they put me in a fog, I have not been able to cry (crying is a good release for me) since I've been on them, hence the cutting more. Also having ED problems, and really not feeling anything emotionally strong. Gotta take the doc's advice though right?
I truly feel that I will not live to see 30 at this rate.
Things have not been good. While I did finish the semester with OK grades {identifying details deleted}, I did so with very little focus due to all the dramatic stuff regarding the roommate situation.
Then the tiredness, for the past few months I'm always tired, unless I'm drunk. All I want to do is sleep (reminds me a quote... 'to die, to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream, ay there's the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come'). And certainly I at least get 5 hours of sleep, and sometimes 9 hours of sleep, yet I still feel tired every single day, again, unless I'm drunk... or in a social situation (anxiety arousal.)
Which brings me to the suicidal ideation. I have called the suicide hotline 4 times in the last 2 months. I wake up each morning saying to myself 'I do not want to live!', and go to bed each night praying that God would 'take my life'. I know it sounds insane, but I feel I do not belong in this life, that I am weak, worthless, and hopeless. Not only that but I feel life in itself is a waste of time since we are all going to die anyway.
Thus, my {self-injury} has gone up significantly {graphic details deleted}, and my suicidal urges have become more than fantasies but realities [edited out graphic details]. But I just can do it, do it to my loved ones, my mother, and sisters.
The pain inside you cannot see. I heard someone on the radio today talking about eutheniasia, he said 'give them drugs to ease their pain, don't kill them', and I thought it outrageous, when they do not know the unseen psychological pain, nor can they measure it with any device. Thus we turn to drugs and alcohol. And for me, over the past months, it's been alcohol, I drink every day pretty much, when I am poor and need food or liquor the little money I have goes to liquor over food. I am a full blown alchoholic now, because being drunk is the only pleasure I feel. It is the only time that I don't hate myself.
In terms of therapy, I am continuing with DBT treatments though the progress is slow, my therapist reccomended (and I scheduled) an appointment with an ACT certified psychologist. My psychiatrist has me on lorazapam, lunesta, and celexa. Yup, back on SSRI's. And yes I do have lots of xanax left over so I intermingle the lorazapam and xanax for fear of withdrawl effects. But yea, the SSRI's, again they put me in a fog, I have not been able to cry (crying is a good release for me) since I've been on them, hence the cutting more. Also having ED problems, and really not feeling anything emotionally strong. Gotta take the doc's advice though right?
I truly feel that I will not live to see 30 at this rate.
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