I was seriously thinking of laying in the tub this afternoon and stabbing myself multiple times in the neck. Feeling fucking crushed. So, I'm at a 12 I guess?
My mother died on 11/2/19 and I'm more certain than ever I have finally reached the end. My brother's Bday is January 18 (next weekend) - after that, I estimate I'll be gone by May at the very latest.
At my last psychiatrist appointment, the doctor told or advised me not to let rape "define me", and it made me angry and frustrated. I'm not defined by rape, I rarely discuss it. Those appts are 20 mins, barely enough time to really get into anything. Anyway, I was walking home from that appointment with the realization that after all, I likely won't find genuine, empathetic "professional help" and I'm exhausted to continue trying. I've accepted it, and I've lost all hope.