I’m inpatient in a psychiatric intensive care unit, I’ve been here about a month? I think. Before this I was on an acute psychiatric ward, which I was admitted to in October last year, so it’s approaching a year of being inpatient. I had a month at home in April.
I have emotionally unstable personality disorder and mixed bipolar disorder. I self harm severely (without being graphic) and have made many serious suicide attempts which have led to staff needing to resuscitate me, seizures etc etc blah blah. I’ve absconded and been picked up by the police a lot. Had good and rough treatment.
I haven’t slept in two days and I just broke down today in a meeting with the psychologist, consultant psychiatrist, ward manager and nurse. I lost it a bit I’m ashamed to say. I just feel so lost. I have a loving, supportive DH and two beautiful DS’s, I should be enjoying my life not stuck in endless misery.
I’m waiting for a bed to come up in my home town on the acute ward, endless waiting. I haven’t seen my family for three weeks. I’ve had no psychological input here apart from 4 sessions when I first arrived. I had therapy in the acute hospital but I was having ECT treatment at the same time (I had ten sessions of ECT) so I don’t remember any of it.
I spent all of Christmas on 1:1, children weren’t allowed on the ward and I wasn’t allowed off the ward to go to the family visiting room so I didn’t see my children over Christmas at all.
I know people with EUPD get a bashing on here, but we are suffering humans, not trying to make lives harder for everyone else.
Urgh. I’ve spent so much of today crying. I had a job I enjoyed before my breakdown last year, now I can’t see me ever going back.
I asked to be discharged today, they said no. I asked for escorted leave on the hospital grounds, they said no (too risky). I’m just sat waiting. The acute ward had a meeting about me today with their psychologist to work out what they’re going to do with me (“how best to support me”) so I find out what they’ve said tomorrow. More waiting.
I know it’s self sabotaging but I stopped taking my medication because I feel like I should feel worse, as punishment, and in the hopes it will give me the drive to end it quickly when I get off the ward, before the police find me. So that’s stupid of me I know, but that makes me feel worse, which just continues the cycle. So I’m having withdrawal effects to deal with (venlafaxine is one med I’m on which is known for horrible withdrawals).
I’m so sorry, I’m ready for a bashing. But I just needed an outlet, I don’t talk to the staff, I find it difficult to open up.