Hello to everyone - I’ve been reading posts here and there for some time. Sometimes that helps as a reminder that I’m not truly alone in my struggle to overcome/manage the hell inside my head. My heart is with you all in your struggles even if I rarely respond. I don’t know how to offer advice - I can’t even fix myself.
I’m not good at all in talking about my struggle with depression and anxiety. Since I was a kid I’d learned to keep it to myself. But no medications have worked and I’m recently getting worse. At the insistence of my physician I’m to see a psychiatrist in a couple of days and I’m scared I’ll just clam up-not intentional - just because I don’t know what to say or where to start. I feel like I sound like I’m just complaining about life. Kind of how I’ve grown up hearing I guess- who knows.
I’m really scared to tell them that I’ve gotten even worse in self harming which started back up when my grandfather died in June —at the same time my kids who are the only reason I live went to their dad’s for the summer.
I’ve pretty much mutilated my wrist starting with knives then razers, it started as a large cross a few inches in height and width—maybe because I was trying to keep believing there is a god out there who cares. But I hate myself worse now because I think I may have even even lost my faith that there is a god. How can I even think that?? It’s like I have a huge hole inside me -an emptiness. So I carved the cross into a sort of compass pointing north. Then I just kept carving over the same injury over and over and over. The scarring got too difficult to cut over so I cut an eternity sign next to it. All this time I just hide it under a lot of bracelets and decorative hair bands.
Then somehow I obsessed all day at work that I should burn the injury. My god I don’t even know how or why that stupid crazy thought was running through my stupid head. This isn’t like me. I’d bought a lighter prior to keep with me because I work on paracord bracelets (ways to cover the injuries) so after work I sit in my car and take out the lighter and do it. I was too scared to do more than singe my wrist a few times so the next day Im compelled to slowly poured scalding water over it. Then I did it again the next day. Why am I friggin punishing myself like this. I’m not a bad person so it’s not like there’s a reason to ‘punish’ myself. I guess it’s because I can’t handle the pain inside of me- the hopelessness so I cover that pain up with a physical pain. I don’t know.
But I’m so scared if I tell the psychiatrist I will lose my kids. My ex husband is a horrible controlling bully who would be more than happy to take them from me even though they hate going there to see him because he ignores them.
I feel so alone and I feel like I’m going crazy. I would never hurt anyone- it’s all directed on myself. I know there’s a risk I can accidentally go too far and end up dead. It would ruin my children - I have to stop for my children’s sake. I just don’t know how.
I’m sorry this is so long. I’m just kind of getting this off my chest to no one in particular. Thanks for reading. Again my heart is there with y’all in your struggles too. If y’all can hang in there than maybe I can too. xox