On the 30th of June I had a med review. I came in with my arms cut up to bits and the doctor said “Oh yeah, your going to the hospital”. Why he thought I needed it I’m not sure. But I said “You think so? Well I’ll be damned”. And took off running! I went to my car filled it with fuel and went six hours away to a friends house.
Everything was fine, I went on a sailboat from 1933 and another big boat that took us to see some way cool rock formations. Then my mom called me and said the cops are looking for me! That they have a petition to get me to the hospital. Well, my mom told them I was on a vacation, but she didn’t say where.
I’m back home now and am hiding. Last time I fled an appointment, the cops found me. They think I’m still on my trip I guess. Should I call my case manager? I don’t think I need to go into the hospital at all. I stopped taking the meds and found myself talking back to the voices all day yesterday, didn’t leave the room, suicidal. Today I feel great and went for a bike ride and played basketball. Bought a ton of blueberries! Should I pick up my meds and take them? What about when I run out? Thinking about cutting so much, strong urges. Fighting them. Any input is welcome, thank you for your time.