I went to the psychiatric emergency room this afternoon because I have the brutal combination of being wicked anxious and at the same time doing a nosedive into the deepest, darkest of voids one can imagine. I want so badly to drive a knife through my heart. Â Not because I want to die, but because I want to live. Ever feel like your entire chest cavity, especially your heart, is being cinched tighter and tighter, bringing more pain with each breath? I need to stab my chest to let some of that out.
It’s so hard, living in order to spare others the pain. It sucks that my only choices are to continue bearing all the pain myself or to thrust it upon those about whom I care most. Â I went to the psych ER hoping that somebody would help me, could help me, but I was just sent home to fend for myself. It helped a little bit, for a while, speaking with the social worker and just not being all by myself, but it’s a fine dance, deciding what’s “safe” to share and what must be withheld or denied in order to avoid being thrown into a cold, locked ward. I’ve been inpatient so many times, and some hospitals actually treat psych patients with a bit of respect, but the majority immediately strip them of all dignity, and, although I am secretly yearning to be contained in a safe and supportive unit, it’s too risky not knowing where they’d send me. So, when the doctor asks if you’re suicidal or thinking about hurting yourself, you look down and quietly say “no” with a shake of the head and an ounce of hope that they’ll see through it and get you the help you need. But, they never do. And, god, it hurts.
I want so badly to be dead. It’s all I’ve wanted for years (maybe even ever), but the only way for me to escape the crushing weight is to toss it on people I would never, ever want to hurt. Â I can’t believe people say that suicide is the easy way out. Â There is NOTHING easy about suicide. Chronic suicidality presents an ever-present and deeply burdensome dilemma. I feel like I can barely breathe. Â I’m all alone, just me and all my little demons. Trying to decide what to do. I need somebody to help me. Â I just wish somebody would help me. Sometimes, I wish somebody could hold me and rock me and tell me it’s gonna be okay, even if it’s not. It’s just so goddamned lonely in this little world of mine, even when I do seek help. And, god, it hurts.
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I feel very sad for you in your pain, and in your daily struggle to keep going. It’s horrible battling suicidal thoughts on a daily basis, and to feel that you have to keep going for the sake of those you love, but at the same time that you’re not sure you can anymore. And I know what it’s like to long for someone to see beyond the words you say and to understand your pain inside. And yes, I know too that sometimes when you reach out for help you meet with true compassion and caring, and that at other times you encounter coldness, indifference or a desire to just get rid of you.
As a Christian, then I know that whoever else fails me, I always have someone who understands at my side: someone who is never fed up with me, who loves me no matter how unhappy I feel, and who longs for me to throw those worries upon him and let him carry the anxiety and fear on my behalf. And yes, he does take me in his arms and tell me that it’s gonna be okay – he tells me that whatever happens in this world, and even if one day I can’t manage here anymore, I have a place with him in his eternal kingdom, and that all the suffering of this world will only make me more happy in heaven when I get there! The last page of my story – and yours too, if you want – is a happy one, no matter what comes in between. If you want me share some of the things that have helped me get in touch with God’s love, e-mail me personally at petra@plucien.net.
All the best – I hope you are feeling happier today.
Petra
Thanks for taking the time to comment, dragonfly, Sad Thoughts, and crystal tears. Helps more than you can know.
@crystal tears–you are right in many regards that honesty is the way to get what you need, but it can also, unfortunately, get you shoved in a locked unit with no fresh air rights, and sometimes it’s just downright too scary.
@Sad Thoughts — while your comment somewhat selfishly brought much relief–to know that somebody out there gets it– I am so sorry that you’re in the same boat, and am sending my best wishes to you, too. I wouldn’t wish this upon my worst enemy.
@dragonfly — thanks for your words of understanding. I am glad that your faith brings you strength.
You and I are in the same boat. There was definately a strong sense of empathy and connection when I read this. Best wishes.
if you ever go again just be honest, honesty will get you what you need