2-3 years ago I basically slowly fell apart, no breakdown as such but I slowly got to a point where I couldn’t function. I was very ill for the next year and a half then slowly the meds started working and I’m now at a point where I can semi function. I’m doing okay I guess but I appear to be functioning much better on the outside than I actually am. But anyhow that’s the very brief background.
I’m really struggling doing okay. I just so badly want to go back to being ill, even though it was fucking awful. I feel like that was more comfortable, I feel like at the moment I’m balancing on a knifes edge. Tbh I don’t even feel like I’m doing okay. I’m barely there but ultimately I’m doing better than I was. And I feel so guilty for doing better than I was. I feel like I should just have successfully killed my self the various times I tried. Rather than being here.
I feel like I’m falling. I’m barely even trying to stay well. I keep missing meds and I’m starting to self harm again. My head is so noisy with voices. I’m doing a hnd college course At the moment which I like. but I’m just struggling with Everything. My house is an absolute tip and I just have no energy and motivation to tidy it up.
I don’t really know what I’m trying to say but I just wanted to write it all down.