Feeling very low. Just went away for Easter weekend. Originally, I'd planned an attempt when booking the cottage. I wouldn't have done the attempt at the cottage; it would have been at a remote area on the way home. I thought it'd be nice to have a final weekend where I read my favourite books, watch my favourite tv show and eat my favourite foods etc. I couldn't bring myself to do any of them :( I just felt so anxious and scared all the time. I just spent most of the time lying down in bed and thinking. What a waste of a holiday. A small part of me thinks maybe things could get better, so maybe I'm not ready? But it's been this way for a while now. Perhaps I just need to go for it?
Holidays are meant to be fun right? I just felt so alone. Kept trying to pretend I had someone there with me, so pathetic. It's been so long since I've had a relationship. I don't think anyone will ever want me. Two days before my holiday my therapist contacted my GP on my behalf as she said she was concerned about me. I'm disappointed as I thought she was different. In the end I think they are all the same. They escalate under the guise of care but really, they are just wanting to protect themselves in case something happens. Which is fair enough, I guess. It just makes it so hard to be open with somebody.
I really like her and think about her all the time. I feel like I've disappointed her now. I'm not sure if she wants to see me again and I'm not sure if I want to see her. I'd hoped she might have contacted me after the GP visit to see how I am, but it's been radio silence.
The GP visit was an hour meeting with a mental health nurse. She was nice and easy to talk to but kept pushing me to get involved with the crisis team. I refused due to two poor experiences with them in the past. She strongly recommended me to not go on my holiday. I hadn't told her or my therapist what I had planned but I'm guessing they figured it out as my therapist told her that going away is very out of character for me.
Although I'm back home now and feel like a worthless failure again. Just think, I could have taken my life this morning and I wouldn't be here, feeling like this. Just a constant stream of regret. I wish I didn't have doubts.
I went for a long walk tonight, to where I plan to make my attempt if I get the courage to go through with it. I just sat there contemplating for a while. I can leave at any time. Part of me thinks, what's the rush? See how things play out. But part of me just wants to end it. There are too many things wrong with me. I've got to see the mental health nurse again tomorrow, will see how that plays out I think.
That was a lot of text, sorry everyone, I don't have anybody to talk to. It's been a while since I've posted on this thread. Thank you for reading if you made it this far.