70/30 that’s the ratio of where i am currently leaning in the daily life/death battle in my head. obviously if that was on the positive side i wouldn’t be posting here. saw a new doc yesterday. i apparently scared him because he had me sign a no self harm contract. i have signed them before not a big deal. i suppose my flat affect when talking about dying didn’t help. anyway he put me on rexulti. anyone been on it? i had never heard of it. the list of possible side effects was interesting. after being on so many other meds i have lost faith in pharmaceuticals. all i really wanted was something to help my anxiety and to help me sleep. can’t get my brain to shut off. not that that should come as any real surprise. been here before. of course i haven’t been completely honest with the therapists or the doc. they don’t know that the when, where, and how have already been determined. while i haven’t procured the how just yet that is easily done. the when isn’t set in stone. but like i have said i am leaning that way. i see no reason to clue them in. one because i don’t want to be hospitalized again(waste of time and $). two because this is my mess and my responsibility. if i want to be stopped i will be. if not i won’t. i have been saying for months that there is only one person keeping me here. the past couple of months it seems like that is no longer enough. i have so much anger it is consuming me. i don’t know what to do with myself. the anger, self-hatred, anxiety, depression is eating me alive and i see less reason to let this continue everyday. the more i delve into my head the more i realize how fucked up i really am. my therapist says i am expecting some big thing to come along and change my life. that it was a gradual process getting to where i am and it will be a gradual process getting out. maybe that is all true. in the meantime i am making plans, getting my ducks in a row. the when is only a couple of weeks away. maybe things will be better but i truly doubt it.
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You are not fucked up, and it will get better, just try not to die until then. Alright?
Take a break from all the thinking, go out and be around people. Take up a hobby, get a pet, read a book, watch a funny movie, just do something fun. And yes, there is no magic bullet to feeling better. Healing will take time. “One day at a time,” is a common phrase for people recovering. Lastly, try group therapy. Look for one that teaches coping skills, cognitive behavior and other tools to help you.
I’m pulling for you to get through this and live a long and pleasant life. There will always be ups and downs which is why it is important to learn and develop the skills to get through the downs.
That sounds like a cop out for most people in these sorts of situations. It is easy to say; “Just go do this” or “Find something to look forward to or that you enjoy” and that “things will get better”. Those are exactly the overly optimistic things that everyone else has said to me, and many others in my sort of situation. The optimist has only one way to look at the world; in the way that things get better, because that is the only option that makes sense to most people’s wiring. The problem is that when you are like this, at least for me, spending time with people just takes more energy than staying alone in my room. When I am out with people, I no longer enjoy it like I used to. I used to be able to actually escape into the moment that I was socializing, and actually have a good time. But whenever I try to do that anymore, I can’t even begin to pretend that I am okay. I have pretended and put on a good facade for so long that I don’t have the energy to do that anymore. Anything and everything that I say causes more people to worry about me, because I can’t keep up the act anymore, and I don’t even care that I can’t keep the act up anymore, because it doesn’t matter.
As for distractions, I have mine. I do watch a lot of movies and listen to a lot of music. But I don’t listen/watch happy or uplifting things because I can’t even begin to understand those emotions. It has been so long since I have felt even a single positive moment that the mention that I could escape into something that I don’t understand at all is irritating more than anything else. I have to escape into music and movies showing painful/depressing experiences that others are going through. Why does that help, even a little? Because I am so far to that end of the emotion spectrum that the only feeling that I can fathom is that. So, at least when I see something where someone feels like I do, but especially for a different cause, that helps me feel less alone. And, most importantly, it helps me escape into someone else’s pain for awhile, and allows me a break from my own. Different pain may still be pain, but it is the only way to escape my own pain, for just a moment.
If you have been through this yourself, you should realize how energy-zapping and irritating it is to hear from everyone, the constant cop outs of “just keep trying” and “things will get better”. When you hear nothing but that with no logical basis for it, which is how virtually everyone reacts to me, how is more of that on here supposed to be helpful?
I’ve been fighting my demons for a long time and after things got unexpectedly worse I changed my thinking and did the things I described. I saw an improvement, clarity and found a purpose. What’s holding me back is I suffer from some health and mental issues that may never get better. So I try to be positive even while prepping my suicide plan. I guess I’m optimistic in hoping you’re stronger then me.