when.will.it.end
10-04-2015, 08:41 PM
I will probably delete this but let's see how it goes.
I feel constantly out of control and unsafe. My hypervigilance is through the roof; everyone is a threat to my safety and nothing/nowhere/nobody is safe. I feel like I'm going to be attacked, ridiculed, mocked, judged, killed. It's exhausting. Even with friends I'm terrified. I've come to the conclusion that I don't actually sleep I just shut my eyes, dissociate and spend all night having flashbacks which turn into nightmares and vice versa. I try and control this through restricting but it's not going to plan, I'm more or less maintaining my weight which just adds to the distress because I can't cope with being this size anymore. It's disgusting. I have a degree to do, which is another way of trying to feel in control but I'm not on top of my work which is adding to everything.
I don't know what to do. I'm suicidal. I don't see the point in life, in this life, why suffer when it could be over? Yes, it would hurt people around me but I'm hurting too. I know it's selfish. But after years of living for other people don't I deserve this? Don't I deserve to actually do something for myself? Normally I would just focus on self harm but I don't want to self harm, I just want it to be over. I have meds (they were meant to be taken off my repeat list but for some reason it's apparently not been done) & I can't bare to get rid of them. They could be lethal. I've only just been discharged from acute services last week, I don't want to go back.
Thanks for reading if you made it this far.
I feel constantly out of control and unsafe. My hypervigilance is through the roof; everyone is a threat to my safety and nothing/nowhere/nobody is safe. I feel like I'm going to be attacked, ridiculed, mocked, judged, killed. It's exhausting. Even with friends I'm terrified. I've come to the conclusion that I don't actually sleep I just shut my eyes, dissociate and spend all night having flashbacks which turn into nightmares and vice versa. I try and control this through restricting but it's not going to plan, I'm more or less maintaining my weight which just adds to the distress because I can't cope with being this size anymore. It's disgusting. I have a degree to do, which is another way of trying to feel in control but I'm not on top of my work which is adding to everything.
I don't know what to do. I'm suicidal. I don't see the point in life, in this life, why suffer when it could be over? Yes, it would hurt people around me but I'm hurting too. I know it's selfish. But after years of living for other people don't I deserve this? Don't I deserve to actually do something for myself? Normally I would just focus on self harm but I don't want to self harm, I just want it to be over. I have meds (they were meant to be taken off my repeat list but for some reason it's apparently not been done) & I can't bare to get rid of them. They could be lethal. I've only just been discharged from acute services last week, I don't want to go back.
Thanks for reading if you made it this far.