i know i don't post here very often any more but i'm struggling to know where to go. nows the sort of time i'd consider calling the samaritans if there weren't two other people in my room sleeping and i didn't think the sams would think i was more crazy than i am for saying whats going on in my head
i think i am truly losing it... like 100% losing it. i know the things that are happening at the moment are not right
i'm ill
this is not normal behavior. i'm scared and confused and alone with the way i'm feeling. i can barely squeak my name at psych appointments these days without dissociating so not sure where to go.
things are being shown to me... like images flashing across my eyes... constantly. i know things are going to happen but i have no control over the harm that occurs to the body i occupy. things are getting stupid. rationally i know this and last time surgery was needed to fix the **** up that was made.
rationally i need to be together . i'm not rational.
or together.
injury is going to happen and i don't know how to stop it. things get crazy. its hard to explain. or know how to deal with. i don't know how it will happen, i just see the results. i don't want it to happen, it just does. i can't sleep. my chest is on fire with anxiety and anticipation as to why.when.
not coping at all
sw wants me in hospital ... probably the best thing. i'll admit that myself but logistics- i.e no one is here to look after the dog if i am... but then they wont be if i'm in hospital because of the harm either. ffs.
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