Madame Psychosis
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- Jan 2, 2019
- 24
Sometimes I'm doing okay – eating healthy, socializing on a regular basis, getting all my coursework done on time, feeling not-necessarily-good in the strict sense of the word but certainly not in the pits of suicidal depression either. I sometimes even feel proud of myself for having pieced my life back together after all the suicidal episodes I've withstood over the years. And I'll think to myself, This is it. I've made it. I've learned to live with depression well enough that I can lead a normal high-functioning existence like everybody else. All that suicide stuff is behind me.
But of course, it's only a matter of time until the suicidal thoughts come back with a vengeance and undo all the progress I made when they're not around. I don't even fucking know what sets them off – one moment they're just there in my head again, encouraging me to gather all the supplies I need for another attempt while I just fucking rot in bed for a week or two, sleeping too much and eating not nearly enough. The only time I do anything "productive" during these periods is when I order the meto and SN I'm certain I'm going to use.
And just when I feel like I've descended into such a scrambled, fucked-up headspace that I couldn't possibly return to being the composed high-functioning person I was two weeks ago, the suicidal thoughts start to lose their edge, start letting up a bit, until finally I'm back to just feeling very, very depressed instead of suicidally depressed. I climb out of bed in sort of daze. It's like someone chloroformed me, kidnapped me and tortured me in their basement for two weeks, and then just let me go without an explanation. That's how these episodes feel.
I manage to return to my former state of okay-ness after quite a bit of tidying-up (there are usually dirty dishes abandoned in weird places around my apartment) and apologizing to people I fell out of touch with. You know the drill, right? Texting them to say how you've been so busy lately and acting like nothing out of the ordinary just happened to your mental health.
Life just... goes on until I inevitably get suicidal again. How do I break this cycle?
But of course, it's only a matter of time until the suicidal thoughts come back with a vengeance and undo all the progress I made when they're not around. I don't even fucking know what sets them off – one moment they're just there in my head again, encouraging me to gather all the supplies I need for another attempt while I just fucking rot in bed for a week or two, sleeping too much and eating not nearly enough. The only time I do anything "productive" during these periods is when I order the meto and SN I'm certain I'm going to use.
And just when I feel like I've descended into such a scrambled, fucked-up headspace that I couldn't possibly return to being the composed high-functioning person I was two weeks ago, the suicidal thoughts start to lose their edge, start letting up a bit, until finally I'm back to just feeling very, very depressed instead of suicidally depressed. I climb out of bed in sort of daze. It's like someone chloroformed me, kidnapped me and tortured me in their basement for two weeks, and then just let me go without an explanation. That's how these episodes feel.
I manage to return to my former state of okay-ness after quite a bit of tidying-up (there are usually dirty dishes abandoned in weird places around my apartment) and apologizing to people I fell out of touch with. You know the drill, right? Texting them to say how you've been so busy lately and acting like nothing out of the ordinary just happened to your mental health.
Life just... goes on until I inevitably get suicidal again. How do I break this cycle?