So I was in the hospital in January for suicidal ideation. Â Killing myself was just at the tip of my fingers. There was no doubt I would do it any day. The hospital just made me worse. It’s not what I thought it would be at all. I can’t believe the way the workers treated patients there. Just unbelievable! I’m still questioning myself about why I’m still here. I think about it everyday. I’m wasting the little bit of energy that I do have trying to push through the days. I’m not working right now, because I’m on medical leave due to mental health. I don’t have any money. I don’t have anyone who can help me. I just feel like I can’t catch a break. All this for what purpose? Why live if you know nothing will change?
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Nothing interesting happened to me yesterday or today and I’d say nothing eventful is likely to occur tomorrow. Is it really worth getting out of bed tomorrow morning? Of course; that’s my greatest aspiration, the highest achievement.
Yes hospital workers can be jerks can’t they.
Things generally don’t change if their own accord. Thy usually require some legwork o get the ball rolling so I guess it depends how much energy you’re willing to expend on this