Hi,
I don't know what to do. I feel more suicidal than I ever have before.
i think this is it for me, the last straw. I have BPD and it makes me impulsive and violent. I had a baby 3 months ago and since then I've been trying to get my meds right and changing doses and drugs. Seems it's still not right.
Have lost hope that it ever will be. I changed meds again a few days ago and yesterday my husband and I were driving, had the kids in the car (3 month old and 2 year old), we had an argument and out of nowhere like a reflex I hit my husband round the head. He didn't react, kept driving, said it hurt.
My 2 year old was awake and must have seen it. I worry myself sick about screwing my kids up the way I have been screwed up but I just can't seem to help myself. I had lost control again. My husband said I can't treat him like that and that he would drop me off somewhere. I felt devastated. In the end he drove home with me.
I took double my dose of Quetiapine (Seroquel) before he took them off me. I cried hsyterically. I begged him to let me die. To let me overdose. I wanted it, I needed it. He wouldn't let me. I know i behaved badly but he knows I am in a dangerous place when I lose control and to tell me there and then how bad I am and that I am acting like a child etc. drives me to want to kill myself.
I have told him so many times that I can't live like this, that I'm the one with all the guilt, that I'm the one that will be screwing up the kids, that he has to let me go, let me leave him. He begs me not to, says we can cope together, insists he is strong enough. But he's not. No one is.
And I can't deal with being confronted about my behaviour while I am having an episode. I can't go on. It's gone too far this time. I'm violent. In front of my kids.
I have to do the right thing and get out. How can I live knowing what I've done? How can I carry that around with me?
This is my life, either being overmedicated so that I'm like a plant, or feeling like this and having to suffer the guilt of having physically hurt my husband.
What kind of a life is this? One that's not worth living.
Poss
I don't know what to do. I feel more suicidal than I ever have before.
i think this is it for me, the last straw. I have BPD and it makes me impulsive and violent. I had a baby 3 months ago and since then I've been trying to get my meds right and changing doses and drugs. Seems it's still not right.
Have lost hope that it ever will be. I changed meds again a few days ago and yesterday my husband and I were driving, had the kids in the car (3 month old and 2 year old), we had an argument and out of nowhere like a reflex I hit my husband round the head. He didn't react, kept driving, said it hurt.
My 2 year old was awake and must have seen it. I worry myself sick about screwing my kids up the way I have been screwed up but I just can't seem to help myself. I had lost control again. My husband said I can't treat him like that and that he would drop me off somewhere. I felt devastated. In the end he drove home with me.
I took double my dose of Quetiapine (Seroquel) before he took them off me. I cried hsyterically. I begged him to let me die. To let me overdose. I wanted it, I needed it. He wouldn't let me. I know i behaved badly but he knows I am in a dangerous place when I lose control and to tell me there and then how bad I am and that I am acting like a child etc. drives me to want to kill myself.
I have told him so many times that I can't live like this, that I'm the one with all the guilt, that I'm the one that will be screwing up the kids, that he has to let me go, let me leave him. He begs me not to, says we can cope together, insists he is strong enough. But he's not. No one is.
And I can't deal with being confronted about my behaviour while I am having an episode. I can't go on. It's gone too far this time. I'm violent. In front of my kids.
I have to do the right thing and get out. How can I live knowing what I've done? How can I carry that around with me?
This is my life, either being overmedicated so that I'm like a plant, or feeling like this and having to suffer the guilt of having physically hurt my husband.
What kind of a life is this? One that's not worth living.
Poss
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