I’m going insane and its hard to keep at it at work. This sons of a bitches are driving me crazy. Its gotten to the point of suicide. Its taking everything in me not to do it. They read everything and question everything I do. Not only that they sexually assaulted me. ( I can feel these bastards. ) I can’t have a decent day to myself. I’m on 120mg of latuda but they break through that like its nothing. These demons are ruining my life.
I’m feel constantly harassed. I had an ex girlfriend who said she’d been raped by an invisible entity and that this is how she’d been diagnosed with mental illness, found throwing her mattress down a fifteen floor stairwell. She was like me, she acted young, was stuck I suppose due to an unsusual childhood on the run out in the Australian outback driving the pickup to the store at 9 years old, you go girl.
But as far as suicide, I’ve attempted twice, only for my life to get better and find myself around others who could relate to what I was going through if only if what I was going through hadn’t been so intense. Keep on keepin on is all I got…like I said earlier tonight to someone…the more hell I go through the more I find myself coming out the otherside a better person for it.
I’m going to keep at it in life. Thanks for sharing.
Hoo boy. This is not a good situation. Are you able to get in for medical help right away? If not, are you willing to call a crisis line? Do you have the number for one? Is there someone you trust who can come stay with you if you are having suicidal urges? It sounds like you have reached a crisis stage. Hoping you will seek out the help you need. Good luck and please keep us posted about how you are doing?
Yeah. I’m with my family and I’m talking to my psychiatrist tomorrow.
I’m on 80 mg Latuda and everyday’s a struggle believe me it is. I’m nearly as isolated as I was leading to my last attempts ten years ago, but know I’m not going to, I’m going to keep on living in the face of this. I;m pretty much a recluse within my own walls, even to the despesrate point of paying family members to do grocery shopping for me. But having attempted in the past and having met aguy who swears by living no matter what, I’ve pretty much resolved to live this life out and see where it ends on it’s own. I know things can change on a dime but have lived the torture of 4 months of no sleep, dying inside due to losing another, living with loss of self and scant ability to connect with such.
I’m glad to hear you’re with family. Good luck.
Thank you and I’m sorry that your going through this.
I get voices from time to time. Mostly just laughing at me. I hate when i hear the choir laughing at me. I know i suck at everything but do they have to keep telling me it