Would it be okay if I rant? Please don't read if you're already feeling low, would hate to drag any of you down. And apologies for language.
I'm so fucking sick and tired of being ill. All I have ever wanted to be is normal. But NO, I hear voices, I see things, I need fucking medication to keep a normal balance in my brain. And just to make my life more fun, an disabled. I can't walk on certain days. I need help to do so much as get out of bed! I had so much going for me - no, I wasn't happy, but I was successful! I was at Roedean for goodness sakes, I was filling in my uni applications. And I was thin. I was oh so thin. The voices were under control, the cutting wasn't as over powering as it had been - I was popular. I was earning my own money.
I'm getting frustrated with DP; is it really that hard to abstain from drinking and smoking for two days whilst your son is there? And as for telling me I'm not ill, I'm just a melodramatic teenager - thanks. That's exactly what I really need to hear right now. Yes, sometimes I do act younger than you, but that's because I am. You have fifteen years on me - don't expect me to always be on the same level as you.
Dearest parents - I love you very much. But stop telling me how to be a mother. Yes, I am supporting his neck. Yes I am going to carry on breast feeding, and yes, I will do it on demand; in case you haven't noticed he's got himself into his own routine. No, I don't want you to make up a bottle of formula. Yes I know I'm grumpy - I'm exhausted. Maybe its got something to do with the fact that you got a fucking DOG who does not stop barking; and all you say is "Well someone should take him for a walk.." I'm disabled with a new born and the weather is crap. Do you honestly think I have the time or energy or ability to walk him?! And I know it was years ago, but yes I am still angry with you for those things you said and did, and will probably never forget or give them, much as I wish I could. I'm not trying to cause problems, but it hurt.
I just want to cut and throw up, and down a bottle of tablets with some vodka. The worse thing is that I've had a really good day, but I'm still dying to dig out my penknife. I want it to hurt outside so it can stop hurting inside. I'm so fed up of all this pain. I try to be a good person, I try to be a good mother, I try to be a good friend, I try to be a good daughter, I try to be a good student, I try to be a good girlfriend, but I always screw it up.
Am trying to stay strong for my little man - my little wiggle bum bear - but I wonder if he would just be better off with someone else, like everyone said when I was pregnant. I love him so much, and I just want what is best for him. Sometimes I just feel so numb towards him, and I hate myself for it.
My life is going no where. I have no idea when I'm going to be well enough to work or learn or train again. And I just want this god damned case over with - it makes me feel physically sick to think about it. I thought she was going to kill me; I would have signed anything to get the hell out of that room. And again, we're back to the fact that my fucking BRAIN doesn't work correctly.
Sometimes I really just want to go to sleep and not wake back up. I hate myself so very much.
I just want people to love me.