feast or famine
Tell Patient Zero he can have his rib back.
- Jun 15, 2020
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I probably frequent these forums more now than when I was planning to ctb...go figure.
Today has just been a day and I sometimes don't realize how lonely I am until it's the end of the day and I have no one I can really "spill" everything to, so I come here hoping that this will alleviate some of this constant loneliness I struggle with.
There are a small number of people I can confide in, in my real life, but there are exceptions. Like I can't really tell them how I've been having nightmares about taking SN and maybe I'm having such nightmares because of this anxiety that I try to bury. I still have SN tucked away in one of my drawers. For what? I couldn't tell you. I'll stop babbling now and get to what prompted this.
After my last suicide attempt last summer, I quit at life in every facet and I was okay living like that. I gave up on all the goals I was striving for and didn't care if all my work was down the tubes.
Since then, I've felt a "second wind" so to speak and I'm not sure where that's coming from. I was put on meds but I weened off those. I'm in therapy but because of covid, shit gets delayed and I've only been seen once virtually. So I can't quite put my finger on why I feel better enough to where I don't want to ctb. I'm not complaining, I'm glad I don't feel like that, but I'd be lying if I said when I have days like today, I don't sometimes still think of ctb.
The biggest stress right now that I face is nursing school. I wasn't going to finish, but here I am. I have one semester left after this one and it's kicking my ass. I feel dumb, ill prepared and ask myself why I just can't seem to "get" the material and hands on skills we are learning when everyone else seems to have no problems with it.
I've taken many detours in life. Going back to school was a major decision and I have high expectations for myself when maybe I shouldn't because I only ever let myself down. I want to finish this last stretch more than anything, but I don't know, I just feel like don't belong in this program or anywhere else.
I guess that's the end of my rant. Thanks for reading if you got to this point. Typing this was more or less a therapeutic release of sorts for me.
Today has just been a day and I sometimes don't realize how lonely I am until it's the end of the day and I have no one I can really "spill" everything to, so I come here hoping that this will alleviate some of this constant loneliness I struggle with.
There are a small number of people I can confide in, in my real life, but there are exceptions. Like I can't really tell them how I've been having nightmares about taking SN and maybe I'm having such nightmares because of this anxiety that I try to bury. I still have SN tucked away in one of my drawers. For what? I couldn't tell you. I'll stop babbling now and get to what prompted this.
After my last suicide attempt last summer, I quit at life in every facet and I was okay living like that. I gave up on all the goals I was striving for and didn't care if all my work was down the tubes.
Since then, I've felt a "second wind" so to speak and I'm not sure where that's coming from. I was put on meds but I weened off those. I'm in therapy but because of covid, shit gets delayed and I've only been seen once virtually. So I can't quite put my finger on why I feel better enough to where I don't want to ctb. I'm not complaining, I'm glad I don't feel like that, but I'd be lying if I said when I have days like today, I don't sometimes still think of ctb.
The biggest stress right now that I face is nursing school. I wasn't going to finish, but here I am. I have one semester left after this one and it's kicking my ass. I feel dumb, ill prepared and ask myself why I just can't seem to "get" the material and hands on skills we are learning when everyone else seems to have no problems with it.
I've taken many detours in life. Going back to school was a major decision and I have high expectations for myself when maybe I shouldn't because I only ever let myself down. I want to finish this last stretch more than anything, but I don't know, I just feel like don't belong in this program or anywhere else.
I guess that's the end of my rant. Thanks for reading if you got to this point. Typing this was more or less a therapeutic release of sorts for me.
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