nachtspiegel
January 26th, 2009, 11:33 PM
But I am realizing, that, as time goes on, I am losing control faster than ever.
The first person that I mentioned this to was Steph. I have been hoping that this was just a dream and that I could forget about it, but I can't.
I've been diagnosed as having Bi-Polar disorder and PTSD. The diagnosis made sense, and I went with it. I've wanted to get better, but the pieces aren't coming together. For a while, I've been having other symptoms that I don't want to have. It first started with seeing things out of the corner of my eye, like shadows. Then, as time progressed, I started having bouts of extreme paranoia. When these feelings of paranoia come on, my nerves are also shot. During these moments (such as right now,) I do not have the capacity to handle anything. Even the sound of my typing is setting me off. Now, I have been hearing voices. I'm always being told to hurt myself, or hurt someone else. I was taking a long walk and I planned to go see my mother at the hospital the other day (which I ended up doing.) On the way, I have to pass a street that leads to a bridge, something... this voice, kept telling me to go to the bridge and jump. It was like I was fighting myself, but the voice wasn't my own. It wasn't a thought in my head. Sometimes, I am absolutely convinced that what I hear is real, and, at this point, I can still rationalize, to a point. Last night, I jumped at any noise and I had a knife near me at all times. I am usually torn between feelings of suicide and the feeling that someone else is going to kill me. I feel like everyone I see is out to get me and a lot of the time, I don't even have the composure to maintain a normal conversation. I'm going through a mental health provider, but I can't be prescribed anything right now because I don't have a legal guardian available to be present at the psychiatry appointment. I have been waiting since November 11 and my appointment is February 10, and that's only if I can get two more sessions with my therapist before then. (I blew off my last one because of what I knew she was going to want to talk about. I panicked the morning of.) I don't know what to do. I can't handle myself. I am going to end up dead if this continues.
The first person that I mentioned this to was Steph. I have been hoping that this was just a dream and that I could forget about it, but I can't.
I've been diagnosed as having Bi-Polar disorder and PTSD. The diagnosis made sense, and I went with it. I've wanted to get better, but the pieces aren't coming together. For a while, I've been having other symptoms that I don't want to have. It first started with seeing things out of the corner of my eye, like shadows. Then, as time progressed, I started having bouts of extreme paranoia. When these feelings of paranoia come on, my nerves are also shot. During these moments (such as right now,) I do not have the capacity to handle anything. Even the sound of my typing is setting me off. Now, I have been hearing voices. I'm always being told to hurt myself, or hurt someone else. I was taking a long walk and I planned to go see my mother at the hospital the other day (which I ended up doing.) On the way, I have to pass a street that leads to a bridge, something... this voice, kept telling me to go to the bridge and jump. It was like I was fighting myself, but the voice wasn't my own. It wasn't a thought in my head. Sometimes, I am absolutely convinced that what I hear is real, and, at this point, I can still rationalize, to a point. Last night, I jumped at any noise and I had a knife near me at all times. I am usually torn between feelings of suicide and the feeling that someone else is going to kill me. I feel like everyone I see is out to get me and a lot of the time, I don't even have the composure to maintain a normal conversation. I'm going through a mental health provider, but I can't be prescribed anything right now because I don't have a legal guardian available to be present at the psychiatry appointment. I have been waiting since November 11 and my appointment is February 10, and that's only if I can get two more sessions with my therapist before then. (I blew off my last one because of what I knew she was going to want to talk about. I panicked the morning of.) I don't know what to do. I can't handle myself. I am going to end up dead if this continues.