marzipanmermaid
*insert Pikmin noises*
Thank you for all the comments; I've been trying to figure out how to respond to everyone or just my own post in general. I know it won't be an overnight fix, but I hope it'll fix something, you know? I keep hearing from both sides of the spectrum about it's effectiveness so I feel even more nervous about trying because what if it's just a waste of time? But I don't like feeling this way. I don't like the constant doubting, racing thoughts, crying, wanting to end it all, nightmares. I keep having this dream where I take a bunch of pills and get into bed with my boyfriend and just go to sleep in the one place where I find peace with the one person I love; I wake up upset that I dreamt that to begin and that I'm still alive... I can't handle much more. It's overwhelming. I've been told I have a slight case of PTSD to go with everything else and I'm not even sure how to go about addressing that. When I think I've come to terms with everything, something new is remembered and I'm sent into this spiral of trying to cope, hating myself, and resisting the urge to self-harm. I haven't really self-harmed in maybe a year or two; I had to promise my boyfriend I'd stop after the bruises on my arms and legs were too much to ignore. The final straw was when I had punched myself so hard and so much that I lost feeling in my arm for a couple of days. I've stopped pulling my hair out, but I've resorted to slapping or hitting myself in the face on occasion.
I'm not sure what to expect from my appointment. My boyfriend's going with me because I'm not sure if I'll go through with it once I get there. I keep thinking I'm getting things under control and then I lose control all over again. I'm really tired. Mentally, emotionally, physically.
I'm desperate, I guess. Desperate for normalcy, control, peace.
I never thought I'd have anything to lose and now that I do, I want to try to fight.
If I lost my anything, I'd guess I'd give in and let this consume me because I don't really have much left.
I feel broken...
I'm not sure what to expect from my appointment. My boyfriend's going with me because I'm not sure if I'll go through with it once I get there. I keep thinking I'm getting things under control and then I lose control all over again. I'm really tired. Mentally, emotionally, physically.
I'm desperate, I guess. Desperate for normalcy, control, peace.
I never thought I'd have anything to lose and now that I do, I want to try to fight.
If I lost my anything, I'd guess I'd give in and let this consume me because I don't really have much left.
I feel broken...
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