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Becca!
Join Date: Jun 2007
Location: NJ, USA
I am currently: 
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Struggling with seeking help and staying alive
I've taken medical leave for a semester at school because of psych issues. It is needed, of course I should have already received my undergrad degree two years ago but so goes my life. I've returned to RYL because the support and guidance I found here as a teen helped greatly.
I was inpatient in May, short stay - only five days because insurance set the limit. I admitted myself voluntarily as I really didn't have a choice and I was not about to go to a state hospital for involuntary admission. I wish I had done it sooner, maybe I wouldn't have screwed up my life as it is presently. I went into IOP afterwards. I am still attending the program three days a week - insurance needing to re-approve treatment about every 4 weeks. Now, don't get me wrong it's working, at least I'm still alive and breathing and somewhat functioning. But, I've sort of hit a wall. The wall being reality and how I will ever be able to cope with my issues and actually live.
I want to live, obviously, because I'm still here. If I was intent on dying I would have been gone for a while. So, I recognize that at my core I want to live and have at least a bit of hope left.
The problem is I'm becoming increasingly more frightened by my own behaviors. Would be easy to stop if I wanted to live, right? Not so much and I can't exactly wrap my head around it.
I was five years free of self harm, two years free of any eating disorder behaviors, and finally moving on with my life. This all came crashing down this past spring. I sit and really try to give myself a pep talk, I can do this, I can make it through, I'll just start over...But it's not happening, I can't do it.
I'm on a course of antibiotics now for an infection that likely spread from self harm wounds to other areas of my body. I've never had that happen before and it scares me because I know that this round I'm getting worse.
I'm not an alcoholic, but I have issues with drinking when I'm depressed. This is a rather nasty habit to have given the cocktail of meds I'm on combined with the fact I spend more time depressed than manic. I wasn't drinking over the summer - well, one time I did - but overall I was sober. I've started again, and it's worse as well.
Everything is worse, that's generally my life. I am filled with despair, guilt, shame, and utter helplessness. I don't know how my life could turn around again. I can't see the future - I can't see my future.
I find myself again at the point of "well I want to live but I want to die". After I was discharged in May I promised myself to return to inpatient if I ever felt as bad as I had been. As bad as I am now. My mood is not entirely depressed, but I know I hide my depression under layers of sarcasm and inappropriate laughter.
So, it should be easy for me to decide what to do...but it's not. Another five days? Maybe stretch it to six or seven? What good will that do? It won't, it will save my life and pull me up but it's only temporary. Did I feel amazingly well when I was there? Yes, that's exactly the purpose. All of life's stressors are taken away and suddenly life isn't that bad. Except you walk outside after being discharged and everything floods back and swallows you up.
I don't want to become dependent on the system, or be always in and out of the hospital. I just want to get out of my head. Drinking and self harm do that but just like any other addiction, there becomes the need for more. To get the same relief, I need to increasingly become more self destructive. That's what's scary. That's honestly what I think will kill me. Dying by my own hand but it being entirely a really bad accident.
What's also holding me back has to do with my relationships. Family, friends, school, and so forth. I actually feel guilty for seeking help. When I'm manic, there's no concern because there's this belief that follows me: if she's not depressed, what's the problem? My psychosis symptoms become wild jokes. I go along for the laughs. When the card turns over, and my depression comes back, everything is suddenly a "problem". Not my problem, their problem.
How could I do this to them? What have they done wrong? Those are the things I hear repeated over and over again. It also does not help when I'm told "you shouldn't tell people everything, you know, don't say the wrong thing, because then they will force you back into the hospital". So I'm left with intense guilt for wanting to seek help. I'm also left with having other control my life.
I'm an adult. I should not let other people control my life but it happens. This guilt that I carry is deadly. It is. Because guilt prevents me from seeking help I actually need.
I've turned myself into a circle here. I think I've somewhat contradicted myself a bit but I hope it makes some sense.
I guess what I'm looking for is someone to say "it's okay to be sick, it's okay to say you've had enough, it's okay to ask for help, it's okay to do whatever will make you safe". That's it. That's what I want. I want permission to let myself actually be ill. I am so controlled by others' thoughts and opinions that I can't give myself the proper permission. I also want a way out of this, out of the disabling effects of my mental illnesses. I want a way out and I want a fix. A permanent fix, or at least one that will last me ten years or so.
What I want to ask, how the hell do I ignore my suicidal ideation long enough to sort my head out properly? (Because right now, dying seems less complicated than remaining alive)
TL;DR: Severe depression is setting in, the same level as I experienced in May before I was admitted inpatient. My self damaging behaviors are becoming increasingly worse and I've become scared of myself. I actually do want to live just not like my present self. I'm letting myself be controlled by other people in my life which prevents me from seeking a higher level of care. On the same note, I don't want the hospital to be a revolving door. I want permission to experience my illness, I don't want to feel unworthy of help. I also want and need something that will help me for the long-term.
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