Hello everyone.
Thank you so much for your kind words.
I was flopped on by a hoard of police, and they sectioned me before I could do anything.
The police put me on a section 136 (when someone is found "mentally ill" in a public place) and I was then seen by AMHPs, who put me on a section 2.
I'm currently on a psychiatric ward that I've been on many times before.
I needed some toiletries brought up to me, and my one and only "friend" took my nan to get them. They brought them up to me, at the 136 suite, then my "friend" texted me and basically told me that I'm a no good friend, that I use and manipulate people, and that he is blocking my number. I have deleted his number.
I had to beg and plead with my "mother" who abandoned me at birth, to bring me up some clothes. She said that this was the last time, and that she'll change her number if I call her again.
I really am starting to question whether I am nothing but a monster? Filth? Worthless?
I still have the tablets, which have been secreted between my bum cheeks, and I'm seriously contemplating taking them. I just feel broken at this point, and I see no other way forward.
I feel like a failure for not fulfilling my plans on Wednesday, but the place where I was going to do it (a big, open green) wasn't completely empty. There were kids playing in the distance, and I wasn't prepared to put them through that.
I then tried to buy a Stanley blade, to open myself up, but the shop that used to be there is now completely gone. I was becoming desperate by this stage, and desperately wanted my fix.
It was at this point that I changed my plans, and took a bus to one of the mental health places who used to help me (in my old area.) My plan was to douse myself and set myself alight there, so that they could see what the mental health "service" in my new area has done to me. Just as I was about to do it, two police cars and a van screeched up next to me. I was immediately detained, and sectioned.
So I saw the consultant on the ward today, and they have re-prescribed the medication I stopped taking about a month and a half ago. I'm not taking that shit, as there's nothing wrong with me. I no longer believe in the diagnoses, and I have given up on this system. Let's see if they try to force me (injection) to take their shit. I'll be ready for them.
Anyway, I'll finish off by thanking you all again for your kind words. You've been more supportive than the mental health "service" my so called "friend" and even my so called "family." I'm just trying to work out what I've done so wrong, to merit such distain?