It is late and i should be in bed.
I have been re-reading some of my ramblings from March/April time and now I am less chaotic but more despondent and strangely my self harm is probably worse now.
Reading through things I constantly, constantly talk (write?) about being scared of rejection from the team for not trying hard enough, for not recovering. And I suppose that is the hardest thing to manage for me, the not recovering bit.
And I can think I am calmer all I want but I am not well, like, I think I have shut down emotionally in many ways because day to day I sort of robot through. But as soon as I talk about it I am hysterical, so scared and so focused and so resigned. I know that I will just carry on. And the more this happens the more suicidal I feel because it is endless. It is utterly utterly endless.
I said to my CPN today "I am really unwell" and she said "yes you are." I wonder when this all happened, when I became so unwell that I need so much help. When back in November I did not even qualify for a referral to secondary mental health services and now, I have 4 appointments a week and the community team who I was told were the service for me think an admission is appropriate.
On the plus side I think there is a more focused plan and I think there is more of an understanding of my specific presentation. There are positives. Lots of positives but I am still so very unsafe and that is hard to manage. But I wonder if this is the right time to break the cycle, when I am in a position to be supported through the massive massive distress stopping will cause. Because I do want to stop, I need to stop, but stopping will be incredibly incredibly hard. Because what do I do with the compulsion, with the obsession with the hideous thoughts that go away when I do it? And these days I don't even fight it so the intrusive thoughts and the compulsion seems less somehow.
This is mega rambly, I just wanted to get it out.