Is because I’m stuck in the house most of the time bored.
I’ve been suffering really badly for the past month with horrific intrusive thoughts. I’ve always suffered with anxiety since being young but lately I’ve hit an all time low. I’ve barely been eating, sleeping, not wanting to leave the house. It’s been terrible. I haven’t felt relaxed once, I can’t concentrate on anything. It got that bad last week I phoned the Samaritans for the first time. I’ve had suicidal thoughts.
I have been keeping it to myself but last night I broke down in tears and told DH. I told him how I’ve been feeling that the only way to stop the pain is to take my life. He told me to grow up and said I obviously don’t care about DC if I could do that. I told him I don’t think I’d go through with it but I have been feeling like the DC would be better off without me anyway.
I literally poured my heart out to him. He told me that he thinks I bring it on myself and that it’s because I’m stuck in the house bored.
The GP increased my sertraline so hopefully it kicks in soon and I have an appointment with a mental health nurse in a few weeks.
What also hurts is when I’ve heard him on the phone to his friends, giving them advice and saying how he’ll always be there for them and that they can come to him for anything.
I feel so embarrassed that I’ve told him and he thinks it’s all my fault. Why on earth would I sit here and make myself feel like this purposefully? I’ve never been through something so horrible