I'm okay. I'm back at my term time address, convinced the family I had too much uni work to stay at home, and have to get back for that. I don't really know how things are going to be honest. I've not taken my medication for over a week, and haven't really noticed a difference. Which is confusing/worrying me, as maybe there isn't a problem with me at all and my head's just playing tricks on me.
I've not self harmed since I went home. I was quite ill with what I think was flu, coughing up a bit of blood every day, sore throat, headache, fatigue, weakness etc. Getting over that now, and now I'm on my own again I started doing chemical burns with ice and salt on my arms a few moments ago.
I'm frustrated that they're on my arms. I never do them where they can be seen usually. I'm frustrated that I did it, that it felt so routine, like nothing. I'm more frustrated that they aren't severe enough as I'd like them to be.
I could feel myself slipping back into a worse state today. I don't know whether I've just been hit with the relief of not being 'on' all the time at home, putting on a festive good face for my family, or just coming back down to the void-like day to day state I seem to find myself in. Its a very physical feeling of a sort of come down.
I don't think there is actually anything wrong with me, mental health wise. I think as a being I am actually wrong.
I don't know where I'm going with this, or why I'm writing it. But, there you go.
"I am doing okay at Uni. Could be doing better if I put effort in, but will probably come out with a 2:1. It's a shame I had a tough year, otherwise I reckon I would have easily got a first. But it doesn't really matter with what I want to do. I want to get an entry level job in the NHS when I graduate. Maybe a speech therapist, or heath care assistant. Just enough hours to earn a living, and still have time to brush up on my science and prepare for the GAMSAT in September 2015, maybe '14. Then, I'll get into medical school, become a doctor, maybe meet a nice guy, get my own place with a big bookshelf and nice kitchen for cooking. Have kids later on. Make a difference. I'll travel at some point. It's exciting really, I can just do what I want."
Apparently. That's what I tell people. That's what I tell myself. I'm not too sure I believe myself. It seems like a story. Like someone else.