
willitpass
Don’t try to offer me help, I’ve tried everything
- Mar 10, 2020
- 3,135
I'm spiraling back down again. Thinking about suicide more and more. I'm realizing I'm losing my spark. I don't feel joy in the things that I normally do. I don't feel connection when I talk to loved ones. I feel so disengaged. I'm going through the motions. I'm struggling to get out of bed. I can't get myself to do things like shower or brush my teeth or clean my apartment as easily. Down, down, down. And all I got was a month of doing better. I just got back home not even two weeks ago.
So I'm in a shitty place. Treatment revived the part of my that truly doesn't want to die. So now I have the battle in my mind between the part that wants to live and the part that wants to kill me. I don't want to die, especially not by burning to death. But I cannot live with the demons in my head. Unfortunately, the only alternative is being honest and getting myself checked back into the hospital. But the hospital is not going to be able to do anything new for me. And being a revolving door patient is not the quality of life I want. If I am going to live, I want to fucking live, not be a perpetual prisoner to the mental healthcare system. A system that has tried almost every single treatment there is spare for a couple uncommon, new treatments with questionable efficacy. And there really are no other options here. I either keep to myself, stay out of the hospital, and wait for myself to spiral so far that I do it. Or I am honest with my treatment team and they send me to the hospital where I may well end up back in residential, or worse off, institutionalized. As much as the part of me that wants to live hates it, I truly would rather burn to death than spend the rest of my life in and out of the hospital.
So I'm in a shitty place. Treatment revived the part of my that truly doesn't want to die. So now I have the battle in my mind between the part that wants to live and the part that wants to kill me. I don't want to die, especially not by burning to death. But I cannot live with the demons in my head. Unfortunately, the only alternative is being honest and getting myself checked back into the hospital. But the hospital is not going to be able to do anything new for me. And being a revolving door patient is not the quality of life I want. If I am going to live, I want to fucking live, not be a perpetual prisoner to the mental healthcare system. A system that has tried almost every single treatment there is spare for a couple uncommon, new treatments with questionable efficacy. And there really are no other options here. I either keep to myself, stay out of the hospital, and wait for myself to spiral so far that I do it. Or I am honest with my treatment team and they send me to the hospital where I may well end up back in residential, or worse off, institutionalized. As much as the part of me that wants to live hates it, I truly would rather burn to death than spend the rest of my life in and out of the hospital.