I’m struggling really bad with horrible thoughts, flashbacks and suicidal thoughts.
My son thought it would be nice to surprise me with 4 days away abroad, in a place that I grew up which wasn’t a very nice time for me.
I don’t no what his rhinking of it was but it terrified me but I couldn’t tell him why.
I’ve come home and the crisis team have had to become invited because I wasn’t coping, I had to give them the meds I had been stock piling, agree to a safe plan until I see my cpn next week.
I feel lost, it’s brought up feelings I thought I wouldn’t have to feel again.
I can’t cope with anything, my son is still here, not going home til Tuesday but I wish he would just go no so I can fall apart in peace because trying to keep everything together is too hard.
I’m just waffling here I now what’s in my head but I can’t seem to put it into words, the right words
I just feel like I’m messing everything and everyone up and if I wasn’t here they would be ok, they could just forget this waste of space that is always causing them grief 