Alexithymia
July 2nd, 2012, 03:17 AM
Note: this is not a thread about suicidal feelings or thoughts. This is just a thread about me missing the hospital, and all of those crazy feelings attached to that. I don't know where to post it since it encompasses all of the Psychiatric Ward (except Abuse and Mental illnesses), so I'm going to post it here.
So, I've been wanting to go the hospital recently. It doesn't matter if it's from a cut that's too deep or the mental hospital, but I have just really wanted to go. Partly because I know I can restrict my eating there, partly because I really have wanted to cut too deeply, and partly because my mood swings have gotten out of hand. I don't know what to do anymore.
I guess a part of me is worried. Worried that my friends won't be okay, worried that I won't be okay, worried that I won't be accepted into the school I'm applying to, worried that my mom won't be okay, worried that my dad won't be okay, worried about everything. So yeah, I guess more than a part of me is worried. Too much of me is worried.
And then I'm depressed. So depressed. I can't even think straight, I can't even move, I can't even enjoy the simplest of things. Everyone's yelling at me, I'm not good enough, I won't be accepted into that school, I'm not good enough, I'm too fat, I'm gross, I'm ugly, no one loves me, blah, blah, blah. It fucking drones on in my head. It never stops. I don't know what to do anymore, it's obvious to me that all of these things are true. And most of all: I'm not social enough. That's the big one recently. Why do I say this? Because no one knows me. Everyone knows of me, but no one truly knows me.
And then, some crazy part of me just wants to go back to the hospital for some awful reason. I don't know why I would ever want to, I've promised to myself that I would kill myself if I ever had to go back there (I even had a plan), and I've been there twice before, but still... I want to. I want to go. I want to be admitted, to be watched, to be with people that are as crazy as I am -- or crazier. Admittedly, most of them are there for drug use, but I might be lucky and find a guy that's crazy like me. Then again, most of the time it's women. It's not usually guys that are like this. But still, I might be lucky. But what if he's discharged before me? What if I don't get to talk to him? I might be lucky. I have to believe that.
For fuck's sake, I'm crazy. It's obvious now -- even to me.
I don't even know what to do anymore, suicide, live, or hospital? Three different options when I have trouble deciding between two. I don't know what to do, I can't decide. I've been there before but I don't want to go but I do want to go but I can't go but I have to go but I will be crazy but I will be a burden but I -WANT- to go. I don't know what to do, I just want to collapse. I don't even know if I want to see my psych Thursday, much less see him every day, but I don't know if I can until Thursday, but I need to see my therapist.
Holy fuck do I need to see my therapist.
But she'll just tell me what all of them tell me, "If you're having suicidal thoughts then I need to tell someone." Well, fuck. Do I lie and say I am having suicidal thoughts? Or do I be bluntly honest like I am here? What if they don't take me? What if they don't accept me? What will I do then? It would be so awkward? But I'm going to have fun tomorrow? But I'll be so bored, and so depressed? But what will I do? I'm going to dye my hair? But what if I don't?
Ahh.
I'm going to shut up now and post the thread. Maybe it'll get locked and I'll get banned, maybe it'll get some replies and my head will be calm, maybe it'll just sit here. Whatever happens, I'm glad I ranted.
TL;DR (Totally dedicated to you, Jo.)
I want to go to the hospital 'cause I'm crazy but I don't need to.
So, I've been wanting to go the hospital recently. It doesn't matter if it's from a cut that's too deep or the mental hospital, but I have just really wanted to go. Partly because I know I can restrict my eating there, partly because I really have wanted to cut too deeply, and partly because my mood swings have gotten out of hand. I don't know what to do anymore.
I guess a part of me is worried. Worried that my friends won't be okay, worried that I won't be okay, worried that I won't be accepted into the school I'm applying to, worried that my mom won't be okay, worried that my dad won't be okay, worried about everything. So yeah, I guess more than a part of me is worried. Too much of me is worried.
And then I'm depressed. So depressed. I can't even think straight, I can't even move, I can't even enjoy the simplest of things. Everyone's yelling at me, I'm not good enough, I won't be accepted into that school, I'm not good enough, I'm too fat, I'm gross, I'm ugly, no one loves me, blah, blah, blah. It fucking drones on in my head. It never stops. I don't know what to do anymore, it's obvious to me that all of these things are true. And most of all: I'm not social enough. That's the big one recently. Why do I say this? Because no one knows me. Everyone knows of me, but no one truly knows me.
And then, some crazy part of me just wants to go back to the hospital for some awful reason. I don't know why I would ever want to, I've promised to myself that I would kill myself if I ever had to go back there (I even had a plan), and I've been there twice before, but still... I want to. I want to go. I want to be admitted, to be watched, to be with people that are as crazy as I am -- or crazier. Admittedly, most of them are there for drug use, but I might be lucky and find a guy that's crazy like me. Then again, most of the time it's women. It's not usually guys that are like this. But still, I might be lucky. But what if he's discharged before me? What if I don't get to talk to him? I might be lucky. I have to believe that.
For fuck's sake, I'm crazy. It's obvious now -- even to me.
I don't even know what to do anymore, suicide, live, or hospital? Three different options when I have trouble deciding between two. I don't know what to do, I can't decide. I've been there before but I don't want to go but I do want to go but I can't go but I have to go but I will be crazy but I will be a burden but I -WANT- to go. I don't know what to do, I just want to collapse. I don't even know if I want to see my psych Thursday, much less see him every day, but I don't know if I can until Thursday, but I need to see my therapist.
Holy fuck do I need to see my therapist.
But she'll just tell me what all of them tell me, "If you're having suicidal thoughts then I need to tell someone." Well, fuck. Do I lie and say I am having suicidal thoughts? Or do I be bluntly honest like I am here? What if they don't take me? What if they don't accept me? What will I do then? It would be so awkward? But I'm going to have fun tomorrow? But I'll be so bored, and so depressed? But what will I do? I'm going to dye my hair? But what if I don't?
Ahh.
I'm going to shut up now and post the thread. Maybe it'll get locked and I'll get banned, maybe it'll get some replies and my head will be calm, maybe it'll just sit here. Whatever happens, I'm glad I ranted.
TL;DR (Totally dedicated to you, Jo.)
I want to go to the hospital 'cause I'm crazy but I don't need to.