Pouring out here, excuse typos. Have discussed a little on another board, under another name. Haven't checked guidelines, hope not in breach in any way. Apologies if so.
Sorry if I'm saying anything wrong. I don't mean to. Looking on what I've written, I worry I am breaking guidelines. I'm sorry. I want to get it out and I don;t dare say any of it to another person in real life
In short: mother (60s) long-term alcoholic, bipolar, other issues. Previous not-so-serious attempts. Tried to drown herself in the sea this week. Serious attempt. Serious emergency services response, physically ok now.
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I'm just shocked and horrfied. I have utterly terrible visions of the incident. I know the location quite well. I can see it all so clearly. All the frustrations and anger of the last few years have faded away and all I can see right now is a very small, sad, frightened person.
I was coping ok. Until my dad confessed he was haunted by visions of her in the sea, cold and small and alone. I know, I see it, I cannot even express. I try (below).
It's ripping my heart apart,
I do have people I can talk to in real life but I can't really speak to them. I soften it. I can't tell them about the pure desperation, patheticness and misery of what I see in my mind's eye.
She stumbled down a cliff path, fell, cut and bruised her face and walked into a freezing sea fully clothed. Already small and fragile from decades of alcohol abuse.
Don't know how drunk, how long, how deep. But rescued, amazingly.
I'm fucking shocked and horrified. Two days afterwards i was hit by the force of it. Cried all day long. The next day, barely thought about it. Today, busy all day, didn't think about it, suddennly flattened by it.
Those fucking images. I used to hate her for her drinking. How can I now, faced with absolute sheer desperation? The fucking awfulness of it. The only person who can see the sheer fucking misery of it is my dad and he is sufferin too.
I have asked to speak to the emergency services involved, to at least put some reality into what I'm imagining.
What can you do? As I said, I have family members who say, let me know, you can rant at me etc. But i can't. It's too awful, too shocking. My partner announced he couldn't eat his dinner and went to bed.
I don't know if there's something I should do. Ride it out? I don't want to call some anon helpline. I'm certainly not going to do anythign to myself, I feel fine in that sense. I'm just deeply, deeply shocked. I feel the only person in the world who understands is my dad, yet I must be very careful not to say anything that puts fresh images in his head or any more burden on him.