So I told my psych that my preferred method was gas. Went to do some shopping this morning. Got a call from her out of the blue just as I was loading a 1200 llitre bottle of argon into the car. She was like “what ya up to” without a though I was “just buying gas”. Gas Is now gone and I’ve just been removed from my house by the crisis team.
I should really learn to keep quiet.
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Hope you’re okay even though that is a stupid thing to say. Thinking of you.
Oh my goodness… I hope you’ll be okay.
You maybe wanted help. That is OK. I know you feel like you have no options but perhaps all this bouncing around is going to result in a game plan that works for you. Coping skills are also pain mitigation skills. Hopefully you will get something out of this “adventure” that will help.
Argon, very inventive. Now please stop doing that! Your superpowers were meant for good, dagnabbit!
Cheers everyone. Occasionally the version of me that doesn’t want to die manages to get to the surface and yell for help. Maybe in the long run, the fact that this happened while someone was listening will turn out to be a good thing.
I’ve been put into a local charity run house that supports people having issues like me. Its still a very controlling environment, but is alot more friendly than a psych ward.
That sounds good. Please keep us updated on how you are. 🙂
Glad you landed someplace less “institutional”. I will be very interested in hearing your impressions. Take care.
Agreed with Trix. I hope a more controlled location can help you a bit.