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Miss Grace · 29-03-2010, 02:55 AM

Well, I confronted her...said we need to talk. Told her everything. That she was out of line saying what she did in front of the kids yesterday; that they did NOT need to start questioning things that she says like that. I told her that I was scared to talk to her because when I used to talk to my ex-husband about this stuff, he would always get mad and yell. I told her that I was afraid to tell her if I needed to go to the hospital. She raised her voice a little at first, but then calmed down and we were just able to talk. I told her about the blades in my car...my bro-in-law went and got them for me and got rid of them. So that's a good thing. She reassured me that I was not a burden and that, actually, we each took care of eachother and had been since we were little. She said that she was grateful that I was here so her kids would experience love rather than the neglect that we did. She said that she was glad she didn't get depression and bipolar like me, and that she was sorry for me, and sorry that I'd probably be on meds for the rest of my life. And she was very genuine. She did get angry when she found out that I hadn't told my psychiatrist about my last SI incident, because - and she's right - I need to be 100% honest with him since he's the one who needs to adjust my meds. So I'm going to call him tomorrow and see if I can get another appointment. And I really feel like, if I woke up tomorrow and needed to go to the hospital, she'd take me, and she'd be ok with that if that's what I needed.

I feel emotionally exhausted now (from bawling and exposing myself), but I feel relieved that I told her, and that my bro-in-law took my blades from me.

So for all of you out there struggling with finding someone to talk to...maybe this will show you that sometimes, people surprise you.

29-03-2010, 02:55 AM	#8
Miss Grace A Work in Progress RYL Sponsor Join Date: Mar 2010 I am currently:	Well, I confronted her...said we need to talk. Told her everything. That she was out of line saying what she did in front of the kids yesterday; that they did NOT need to start questioning things that she says like that. I told her that I was scared to talk to her because when I used to talk to my ex-husband about this stuff, he would always get mad and yell. I told her that I was afraid to tell her if I needed to go to the hospital. She raised her voice a little at first, but then calmed down and we were just able to talk. I told her about the blades in my car...my bro-in-law went and got them for me and got rid of them. So that's a good thing. She reassured me that I was not a burden and that, actually, we each took care of eachother and had been since we were little. She said that she was grateful that I was here so her kids would experience love rather than the neglect that we did. She said that she was glad she didn't get depression and bipolar like me, and that she was sorry for me, and sorry that I'd probably be on meds for the rest of my life. And she was very genuine. She did get angry when she found out that I hadn't told my psychiatrist about my last SI incident, because - and she's right - I need to be 100% honest with him since he's the one who needs to adjust my meds. So I'm going to call him tomorrow and see if I can get another appointment. And I really feel like, if I woke up tomorrow and needed to go to the hospital, she'd take me, and she'd be ok with that if that's what I needed. I feel emotionally exhausted now (from bawling and exposing myself), but I feel relieved that I told her, and that my bro-in-law took my blades from me. So for all of you out there struggling with finding someone to talk to...maybe this will show you that sometimes, people surprise you.
	Mental illness is no different than any other disease. Just as the diabetic did not ask for diabetes, or the leukemic did not ask for cancer; we did not ask for this disease. But we must fight it just as we would fight any other medical diagnosis and accept that it is not our fault that we fell ill. We, too, can survive.