a flurry of knives
She/Her
- Aug 11, 2023
- 10
A few days ago I was having a rough mental breakdown and told my friend I was going to kill myself. I took my blade and started slitting my wrists. I also blocked all of my friends and my girlfriend from everywhere so they could not contact me. Sadly I'm a failure so I couldn't manage to go deep or wide enough so nothing really ended up happening, though I guess at least seeing the blood calmed me down. As I was cutting my wrists though I guess my friend called the cops and they came to my door. I was hiding the cuts with an arm warmer on but I was hyperventilating so it was clear what I was doing, they weren't stupid despite me telling them I was ok and nothing was going on. I felt so scared. They luckily didn't force me to show my cuts or force me to go to the ambulance if I didn't want to, and told my brother, who was there at the door with me, to call it himself if he feels it is necessary, then the cops left. My brother now knows about my suicidality and self harm tendencies due to this and I hate that he knows because he's one of the people who deeply hurt me and refuses to apologize for it, but at least he promised not to tell my parents, who are 100x worse than him. I haven't talked to any of my friends since then. I don't think I deserve to have people care about me, so I'm isolating myself in hopes they'll stop bothering with me. I also stopped taking my meds. I was diagnosed with DPDR and taking my antipsychotics worked, I no longer constantly dissociate or derealize and that scares me. I'm not used to feeling more grounded to reality. I don't want to feel real. I don't deserve to. It's scary and I hate it.
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