I've been feeling off lately, like I do when I've not taken my meds and I'm getting withdrawal. Today I've been on hyperdrive and getting so worked up and angry about things, I'm a total dickhead.
My husband has gone away with work tonight, not back until Friday. I have plans tomorrow and Thursday so technically should be ok. But I'm just SUCH A FUCKING DICKHEAD. I'm so stressed and worked up and I feel dizzy and woozy and brain zaps like i'm not taking my medication, and I know I have been.
I'm terrified my medication is being tampered with in the factory, or maybe by the pharmacy. They don't think I need it so they're giving me pills made of flour and colouring to laugh at me.
I'm a massive ball of self hatred and self loathing alongside hating everybody else as well. I'm so worked up I feel sick.
I'm worried about reaching out to my MH team (my CPN is off sick so I just check in with a duty worker on the phone occasionally, never met her) in case they get social services involved and remove the kids or try to make me go into hospital, and then my husband will leave me and my friends will hate me (even though I have no friends and everybody hates me already) and I'll just end up living in a bedsit on my own crying every night about how shit my life is because I MADE IT THAT WAY.
I know reaching out to MN is a dick move because people only use MN to bully others and are generally pretty nasty, but I probably deserve it for being such a fucking cow. Honestly I am just the most horrible person you will ever meet.
Anyway. Social services were involved when my baby was 3/4 months old and I was admitted to a perinatal MH unit, though they shouldn't have been notified and I've been discharged from them now. But I had such a bad experience, it's a long story.
Fuck. Sorry. I'm just a mess.