No happy ending, just a husband that is mad and worried. Almost got put inpatient at the local ward. close call there. yup. I'm a wreck. there are no more words to describe my... failure last night.
~I am an angel with broken wings...I cannot fly, only dream...I cannot breath but someday I will sing.~
Gravedigger, when you dig my grave, could you dig it shallow, so I can feel the rain?
Thanks.
I am feeling...ugh.. maybe better? I am safe at the moment. But I have been very jittery the last couple days since the Emergency Room. I haven't been sleeping well and I've had a lot of very high anxiety. I feel like everyone knows whats under my sleeve. I'm also in a good deal of pain now; from the initial injury... the cleaning process in ER, the stitches, the pressure they had to put on it for so long. I ...er sorry if this is gross... managed to cut an artery so I was bleeding a lot. I waited a while before going to the ER because I thought I could take care of it myself with pressure and time (I'm graduating nursing school in may... do i know pretty well how to deal) but I was just bleeding too much. They put in 12 or so stitches... didn't keep much track while they were doing it, and its under pressure wrap till Saturday night so I can't see them till then. I am starting to bruise pretty bad around the wrapping where I can see...I would imagine under the wrap is pretty bruised also. idk. It was just all very surreal while I was there... now its just so confusing. I feel very lost and ashamed. They threatened to put me inpatient at the ward in town... so that was kind of a reality check. THey let me go on the account that I promised to see my provider for meds and a therapist ASAP... but the funny thing is.. I try to make appointments and theyre all full all the time. It's practically impossible. I have an appointment on monday with a Counseling Intern...its the best I could do. Idk. I am hanging by a thread right now. So, i guess we will see how the rest of the weekend goes.
*curls up*
~I am an angel with broken wings...I cannot fly, only dream...I cannot breath but someday I will sing.~
Gravedigger, when you dig my grave, could you dig it shallow, so I can feel the rain?
SERENITY is my RYL mum.
SOLO is my RYL auntie.
SEFKA is my RYL daughter.
DAYS GONE BYE is my RYL sister.
JEFFERSON.MERIWETHER is my RYL son.
OLINESS is my RYL son.
Thanks for the support guys. I am healing. Slowly but hopefully surely. I am seeing a therapist again, and I have to have constant checkups with the health care office to make sure I am safe. So far, they aren't forcing me onto meds like before, which is nice. They said they want to see how I do with counseling and go from there. I am really trying to work things out and find out the reason this is all happening. The wait is killing me, and I had not knowing. My whole life I have needed someone to give me a diffinitive answer for everything. A reason, black and white answers.. and here I stand in a huge grey lake of questions.... Its frustrating and I can't make sense of myself. One good thing has come ofthis whole process at least.. I am constantly reaping the consequences of my trip to the ER, which gives me a reason to hold off for now.
Maybe there is hope after all, maybe I can pull myself out. I am tryig to get involved in community outreach and support different causes that havebeen influences to my issues. There is a group in America, based out of Florida I think, that has a great message and a great cause. They are making a movement for helping people suffering from depression, addiction, self injury, and all sorts of other stuff. TWLOHA (To Write Love On Her Arms) has been a great inspiration. I think I might have found something to help me drag myself from the mudd. We'll see.
Thank you all for your support again. And I am wishing you well until I hear from you again.
*all my love*
~I am an angel with broken wings...I cannot fly, only dream...I cannot breath but someday I will sing.~
Gravedigger, when you dig my grave, could you dig it shallow, so I can feel the rain?