I have a wonderful caring, hard working 100% supportive husband. Sweet well behaved children. A large detached property which we own in the country. I don’t need to work but, until my suicide attempt, did work very hard (probably definitely too hard) in an area I am passionate about. After my suicide attempt I was admitted to hospital and underwent 10 ECT treatments. I’m now on home leave. I’ve taken a sleeping tablet but taking my life is on my mind.
My kids were asking about how I got my self harm scars tonight, and I wasn’t able to blithely mumble something out that usually satisfies them, they were pretty insistent and I just didn’t know how to say that I hurt myself when I was poorly (they know I have an illness called bipolar).
Argh.