I wrote things down for the cpn saying I'd got more pills, have thoughts every day, and feel a burden and scared about everything. I said if I had the money I'd admit myself into a hospital to be able to get through it this time. I've spoken to her twice since then, today I said I felt really strange, like nothing's real. She said it might be the increase in meds and to keep an eye on it. She knows I've got dd this wkend so said to try to enjoy time together.
I was trying to carry on, make dinner etc, but I was panicking and crying. No one is hearing me. I thought I'd try the GP before surgery ended. I don't know her that well, she rang and wasn't particularly useful. She didn't know I'd been to out of hours this week and they contacted her.
I asked about crisis team, and was told to go to OOHs or just to try to get through the weekend, make plans etc.
I keep looking at dd and feeling completely empty. I keep thinking of family, but think they would understand if they knew how I felt.
I want this wkend to be ok, but I feel like every minute is torture. I keep imagining the headlines, of all the people I've tried to reach out to. All the different meds I've been on. And all the times I've been left on my own to manage these urges, and to try to make sense of it all. But nothing makes sense anymore. I'm running out of options.