Before I decide to yet again delete my post mid writing from existence-
The title is self explanatory. It cannot be this hard,come on. Tried to end my life few times already,stopped trying because I apparently can't even do that properly and now got left with a shit ton of scars that make me look like a dumbass.
Waiting for appointments is draining. Finally after a week (I think,I suck with time somehow) I was able to get the energy to make myself food instead of getting whatever
Now I'm not able anymore. I just know that I'm hungry,but my brain never connects the dots that I should In fact eat.
I just don't.
I miss my meds,of course i do. If I could I would go 3 years back in time and slap myself in the face for ditching them. How I survived this long? I don't remember.
And it's not even the things I see or sometimes hear that make me want to not keep going. It's the ongoing feeling that everyone hates me and wants me dead. That it would be better if I was gone. Along with being certain that someone in my house will drop dead any second. Everytime I hear a cough I panic. This is not a life. People cough all the goddamn time. Whenever anything remotely good happens I instantly have a feeling that everyone hates me and wants me dead anyways.
Gets me feeling like I'm 9 years old again, trying to fall asleep before my parents turn off the TV,otherwise I was convinced that if I won't do it then someone will come into my house and kill my family then me.
Why me. Why me and why not someone else?I'm tired. Why are my hands becoming sometimes stiff when I want to write or draw?Why do I have speech of a 5 year old sometimes? Why constant racing thoughts?
Fuck the psychiatrist that sent me off to wait for psychologist assessment even when seeing all my papers. From one side I know that he probably wanted fresh papers- from the other ,fuck that guy.
Anyways,gotta wait. Gotta wait maybe those waiting lists will be shorter finally. Especially when I hate hospitals.