Well this has been a very interesting afternoon. First off I've been discharged from the CT as I'm no longer in crisis, which is bloody brilliant.
After the CT left and I was having a chat with my care-co, it was like a wave of realisation hit me. I've spent pretty much the whole of last month being suicidal and depressed and I knew that I wasn't well, but it?s been with complete detachment and what turns out to be a serious lack of self-awareness. Its hit me like a hammer this afternoon and evening.
I've been distant and unfair to my children and what is worse I was so fixated on killing myself that I couldn't even consider what it may do to them. I had people telling me, but just wasn't getting it. Tonight, I am getting it. I could have left them motherless. It would have fucked them up, seriously. These are my babies and I was prepared to do that to them and it turns out that when you suddenly get your emotions back that it?s one of the most upsetting things that you can think about. I am working my way through the tissues tonight.
It?s the pure selfishness of it all. It seemed perfectly reasonable to do that to my family. I?ve worried them, I?ve worried my friends and behaved in some pretty outrageous ways, all the while thinking it was perfectly reasonable. Not remembering buying jeans is the least of it.
I was detained, twice, by the police at the train station. Regular train travel is part and parcel of where I work and it?s quite possible that I could have / will have been seen by colleagues, but that?s not the worst of it, as I was actually at a fucking train station considering jumping under a fucking train. What was I thinking? How on earth did I miss how wrong that was? I had someone from the crisis team talk to me about it last week, I think, and my reaction then was ?meh it happened?. I am not feeling meh right now. I can?t get my head around what on earth I was doing.
Endless trips to and from the station and the railway bridge in the freezing cold, all seemed reasonable, logical even. I just needed the right moment to finish it. I took a load of my meds and then made myself sick and then berated myself for being a coward. I?ve don?t nothing but obsess about death to the extent that I?ve ignored my family and blocked out my friends and been incredibly unfair on my children. My DD has been upset and has been clingy with other family while keeping away from me and I?ve not cared. Now I?m caring oh yes tonight I am caring.
As I?m writing this I wonder if it looks self-obsessed, but believe me I am not thinking about how dreadful it is that I feel bad tonight, I am just thinking about how bad I?ve made other people feel. I like to think that I?m a decent person who takes the feelings of others into consideration, but I have spent the last month doing exactly the opposite of that. I have talked to DH tonight and he said that it didn?t matter as I?d just been ill and my getting better was all that mattered which is incredibly kind as I?ve shown him no such consideration in all the time this has been going on.
I have genuinely thought I?ve been acting logically and rationally and what people were saying was just because they didn?t get it. I have not been rational and logical. Oh bloody hell.
I?ve been back and read through the letters I wrote to DH and the kids and my parents and they are not the sensible and clear documents that I thought they were. They are selfish and hurtful. I was tempted to delete them, but I think I?m going to keep them and read them every fucking time that I am stupid enough to contemplate stopping taking my meds. I will bloody well read this thread as well.
I have made some other stupid decisions. I thought I was well enough to go into work when I blatantly wasn?t. I was leaving my desk and calling the crisis team; chairing a meeting and then walking to the station and in complete denial that I was too ill to work. I could have lost my job if I hadn?t finally taken the time off as I would have ended up doing something even more stupid.
I have made some pretty dumb financial decisions as well. Oh dear. I?ve put all my savings into the kids trust funds just when I need the money to live on as I?m on half pay. I can?t access it, but hey! It didn?t matter did it as I wasn?t going to be around? Fuckity fuck, but money is the least of my worries now.
Sorry this is just more self-obsessed wittering, but I haven?t felt anything other than my own misery and obsession with dying for quite some time and suddenly getting my emotions back and realising what I?ve done to other people has taken my breath away and getting it down somewhere is the only thing I can do tonight to try and stop it feeling so bad that I?ve hurt my family and exactly how much worse it could have been.
The positives for what they are ? and believe me at the moment it?s hard to see any ? is that I know that I?m not going to kill myself as I couldn?t do that to my children and to my family. I now have the motivation to do all of the things that I need to do to get better, where before I just didn?t see the point. The point isn?t to do it for me, it?s to do it for them so my DD isn?t scared of coming to me in case I am mean to her and my DS doesn?t get as stressed as he has been and so my DH isn?t left with two children and no mother.
I don?t think I have emotionally felt this bad and upset in a very long time and I need to remember how this feels so I don?t ever, ever get this fucking ill ever again.
Take your prescribed meds, people, or you could end up acting like a selfish, self-obsessed cunt. Fact.