Which means leave this physical shell, I went for my wrists, I failed, obviously, didn’t d any serious harm, but if my mum hasn’t gotten worried and rang me multiple times after me not answering the phone I finally caved and rang her. We went to our local hospital where they cleaned me up. I think if mum hadn’t done that I wouldn’t be here, I had intention of hitting goal, then going to the field with my favourite tree, sitting, waiting. I wrote my letters, It feels surreal t be alive right now. I hid them before mum got home. The hospital will let my nurse know, but I think we’ll be ringing them. My doctor should know, I feel at serious risk, today I basically got up, was harassed by voices and hour later I was at it. It was pure impulse, I feel sad because the scars on my arm was fading now ill have new ones, but really, I couldn’t care less. The voices everyone on this planet, even atoms want me dead, I heard my mums thought last night she wants me put out of my misery. I was up most of the night on caffeine thinking I’d get killed but really I knew what I had to do.
My fear kicked in on the way to the hospital voices started up, they were quiet when I was at it, I just zoned out, I didn’t talk until just now, I don’t think I’ll be up to talking for a while. Despite my shock, I can’t help but think what the next step is. My mind is a constant computer of how I’ll escape this poisonous shell. For weeks I’ve had a constant bombardment from everyone to kill myself. My voices are at it and I’m getting thoughts from everyone else. I just can’t see anything but this horror that I’m in. I’ve left college and deferred my degree, my chlorpromazine was increased to max dose I haven’t noticed much benefit other than be able to sit at home without much fear, but today, maybe I don feel as safe as I’d thought. I’m exhausted. I can’t trust anything. I just know that I seem to be getting worse, I haven’t attempted suicide since I was in hospital, and I’m scared, with these thoughts when I’m trying to sleep or just sit that I’ll try again. I want to die because I’ll be where I belong, I just wanted to make everything better mums been so stressed and miserable, I’m to blame, I just want to make things better. But on the other hand she may follow me, I could cope being a murderer taking two members from my family. I’m a horrible human being but at the same time I know I can be more useful to the world, and my family if I transition. I know I’m terrible really, I’m constantly fighting, today I’m hoping was the eruption.
I just need some advice, kind words, some understanding. I don’t know what to do, I feel like my death is inevitable right now if I go on like this! I don’t know why my meds aren’t working, is it possible for a med to lose effectivity? Sorry, I’ll stop rambling. I’ll appreciate any support right now, I feel like everything is slipping away. I don’t expect answers to my problems just some people who I don’t feel want me dead, I’m calling to the universe in a way.
All my best,
Meg.