I’m lost, I literally don’t know what to do, I feel hopeless.
Inside I don’t want to eat or drink anymore, I’m sick of this. I’ve not got an eating disorder… I am *so* tired of this, and I’m so guilty for the time others have spent looking after me, but I’m petrified of getting a laryngospasm (yes I know I won’t die but it’s so horrifically scary every bloody time). I get flashbacks of it, of not being able to breath, I dream I can’t breathe etc. I can’t drink alone - and I definitely don’t want to either as I don’t want to spasm alone. I can only drink tiny bits at a time so I basically just spend all day drinking - that’s at least about 5 hours every single die. And sometimes when I’m desperately thirsty this is just horrible.
I’m scared. I don’t know what the answer is but I can’t do this. I’m scared if I ‘reach out’ it’ll just be ‘it’s in your head’ - no it isn’t, I have a rational reason to be frightened, I’m scared I’ll stop breathing just from having a drink as I have many times before, how am I suppose to reassure myself when I’m well aware it could happen again? My life is running away in front of me, and I hate this.