I’ve had multiple breakdowns over the weekend, and it was so bad at one point that I didn’t talk for hours. I’m terrified of everything. People are trying to get in my house. People are trying to get me. I sit with a knife whenever I’m left alone. I’m so scared, and I don’t know what to do anymore. The voices have been getting worse, and I didn’t think that was possible.
Bree doesn’t leave me alone. I can’t even sit down with family for more than 30 minutes before I need a break from all the noise. Jeremy was here today, which was a nice surprise. Bree ended up (finally) shutting up while he was here, and she sat watching me across the room with the most awful look on her face.
Jeremy only left me about 15 minutes ago and Bree is still downstairs, so I’m sure she’ll get angry with me again for ignoring her. Oh well.
I’ve been thinking of drawing her and Jeremy, and maybe some of the other things I see. To show my therapist and psychiatrist, since I have difficulty finding the right words for things I thought this would be a good way to do it. Also it gives me something to do other than sitting doing nothing. If I draw them, I might post them on here. Depending on whether Bree or Jeremy don’t mind.