Malcolm Tucker
April 24th, 2011, 05:15 PM
April 25th, 2008.
Tomorrow will be 3 years. 3 years since I almost succeeded in taking my life. It all dawned on me yesterday. I was watching CSI: NY and it featured someone who did it and succeeded, in the exact same way I tried. It just all came back to me, relived the experience all over again. It wasn't pleasant.
Then, it dawned on me. I'm on the same path as I was then. Self-Harm increasing, mood just getting more and more erratic, and I'm withdrawing from people all over again. This time, though, I am not ending it the way I did last time, definitely not. I'm never, ever attempting that again, I've never looked back since. Not doing it was the best decision I've ever made. But even so, I've gone through some shit since then. I've contemplated it. But no, never again.
I started therapy last Wednesday, and I have to go weekly from now on. No meds, yet. But this...feeling. It's ruining me all over again. I'm not interested in anything besides sitting around and just being static. Worse still, it's ruining my school work. I can't bring myself to open a book, with my final exams in June, this can't end well. I don't know. Something that's plaguing me is that feeling - what difference would it be if I didn't fail 3 years ago? :/ I am seriously doubting many peoples' lives would be affected much.
I don't know. I'm finished ranting, even though it doesn't make much sense. >.<
Tomorrow will be 3 years. 3 years since I almost succeeded in taking my life. It all dawned on me yesterday. I was watching CSI: NY and it featured someone who did it and succeeded, in the exact same way I tried. It just all came back to me, relived the experience all over again. It wasn't pleasant.
Then, it dawned on me. I'm on the same path as I was then. Self-Harm increasing, mood just getting more and more erratic, and I'm withdrawing from people all over again. This time, though, I am not ending it the way I did last time, definitely not. I'm never, ever attempting that again, I've never looked back since. Not doing it was the best decision I've ever made. But even so, I've gone through some shit since then. I've contemplated it. But no, never again.
I started therapy last Wednesday, and I have to go weekly from now on. No meds, yet. But this...feeling. It's ruining me all over again. I'm not interested in anything besides sitting around and just being static. Worse still, it's ruining my school work. I can't bring myself to open a book, with my final exams in June, this can't end well. I don't know. Something that's plaguing me is that feeling - what difference would it be if I didn't fail 3 years ago? :/ I am seriously doubting many peoples' lives would be affected much.
I don't know. I'm finished ranting, even though it doesn't make much sense. >.<