Last night I got picked up by the police. I've been feeling so so low. The final straw was when DP and I got into an argument and he told me he didn't care if I actually did it (as in actually killed myself). I left the house and genuinely felt so suicidal. I really don't know what stopped me. I was out for 2 hours, found a quiet corner just by our house and sat and cried and thought and cried some more and broke down in a heap on the floor. Then I went for a walk and next thing I know the police are calling me and wanting to know where I am and said there were lots of units out looking for me. I told them I was fine and I just wanted to walk and I didn't want to speak to the crisis team and I felt bad about wasting their time. They made me go back to my house as they said they couldn't leave me outside after receiving that call from DP and since I had nowhere else to go I had to go back to the house. By this point it was around midnight but I couldn't sleep
Part of me wishes DP had left me to it so I could end this and part of me wishes I hadn't told the police everything was fine and accepted their offer of talking to the crisis team 