Thursday, 31 January 2013

Kids, drink is bad m'kay!!!

Yesterday i hit a bit of a milestone on that good old path to self destruction I've found myself on again. I cut myself, but that's neither here nor there. The fact I'm on iron tablets and my blood looks like blood now makes it more satisfying but it's not that. It's the fact that for the first time in quite a few years I turned to alcohol to try to quieten my thoughts and knock myself out.
I'd taken sleeping tablets and diazepam and was still awake ages later so I started drinking. Only had a few Breezers, but it's not a good sign. I'm not teetotal by any stretch, but I don't often drink because I know it affects me if I drink too much too often. I never drink alone now which I used to do all the time when I was with my ex. I used to drink just to get obliterated and forget everything, especially him, even when he was alive.
Lots of people drink, it's very socially accepted in this country (in fact if you don't drink people think there's something wrong with you!), it's a relaxant, it lowers inhibitions, it helps them cope. It's also a depressant and it's toxic so you get hangovers. If I've had a major session my hangovers don't just consist of headache, vomiting, spinny room. No, as well as the usual symptoms, they intensify my anxiety to the extreme where I want to, no, NEED to hurt myself. The drive to inflict pain and the overwhelming (and overwhelming doesn't cover it) desire to top myself is so strong it feels like I'm going against God by living. It's happened so often now that I know I'll have these feelings, so more often than not i'll knock myself out or stay over with family till it passes and I feel safe. It may not sound like a good idea knocking myself out but I'm still alive so my doctors accept it.
With me, drinking also often involved trashing my house and harming myself, it was getting out of control. I was out of control. Now I drink only with friends/family or if it's a special occasion and try (and sometimes succeed) not to get too drunk.
I've been off work for over a week, i had food poisoning last week and this week I'm not coping. I'm seeing my GP tomorrow and i'll mention the drink. She won't worry about it because I'm aware that I've done it and my alarm bells are ringing, so to her i'm still in control, but it worries me. They were only Breezers. If I start in on the wine (i really want to) or some type of spirit that's when I start doing really stupid stuff and end up at accident and emergency, courtesy of the police for my own safety, and possibly even back on the ward. I know the consequences of these actions, what happens when i drink to forget, to escape reality. I'm aware. She knows I don't want back in the ward so she won't be overly concerned, but sometimes my brain just goes "fuck it" and I totally screw myself and that's what I'm worried about. I don't want to end up on the ward.
I'm actually wary of drink, if you know me you'd never think it because I can knock it back and I love shots, but i am. When i do get drunk and say "I'm gonna pay tomorrow" i don't mean a hangover, i mean every fibre of my being will want me to hurt myself. Gone are the days when I saw an alcohol counsellor on a Monday afternoon because i thought the self-harm was getting out of control, then went straight to the pub and got pished and thought it was fun, because IT WAS FUN. At the time. That was 7-8 years ago. I stopped going after Malc died because my counsellor got a new job. I REALLY threw myself into the drink after Malc, did a really good job of stretching out denial, but then I realised I was going to go too far someday, so far I couldn't come back, and I stopped. For six months I quit and have been fairly responsible ever since. In 6 years I haven't purposefully drank to forget, to knock myself out. Why the hell did I do it last night? I might add that it didn't work. Breezers aren't strong enough. I bought some Nytol today. Hopefully they'll work.

Sunday, 6 January 2013

I have work tomorrow. I can't face it. I'm seriously considering topping myself so I don't have to go. I don't hate my work. It's a good place. I just don't fit. Anywhere. I feel incompetent because my last school had us doing so few jobs that in my new workplace I feel I don't know anything. I've already cut myself today for other reasons and taken tablets to knock myself out. It worked for couple hours. I don't have enough tablets to knock myself out now and keep myself safe and all I can think of is taking them all, everything I have, that would put me to sleep. Permanently.

Friday, 4 January 2013

The Best Thing That Ever Happened To Whom?

Whenever I lose someone i take it hard, my parents, my boyfriend, my best friend etc i torture myself for years about where i went wrong because I thought that they were the best thing that ever happened to me but you know what? Where my ex and ex best friends are concerned Fuck that! Fuck them! Maybe I'm the best thing that happened to them? Maybe it wasn't me that fucked it up?
I'm fiercely loyal, honest, caring, giving, fun and I'd do anything for the people I love. If someone turns their backs on me especially when i need them most (like for instance being put into a psych ward after my mum died) then it becomes indellibly inscribed on my soul that I deserved it, I must've done something wrong, it confirms my deeply held belief I'm not good enough, I didn't deserve THEM. They didn't deserve me dragging them down.
Here's the thing though, i know its tough having a friend or living with someone who has depression, anxiety, self-harm issues. I live it every single day. When I'm low I retreat so I don't drag people down. I suffer in silence. I keep the worst from them because as is always proved to me, they don't actually want to know about it because they don't understand it. They scold me for not asking for help or for not asking to meet but then they don't ask me out anywhere! It's a two-way street or at least it's meant to be.
I do sometimes put on a happy face when i really don't want to if it's a special occasion like a wedding or birthday or something. I must be good at it because they always say I'm on top form even though inside I feel like I'm dying but on the outside I'm the class clown and I'm treated as such.
I'm tired of it. So tired of it. I can't tell the difference between true friendship and pretend anymore with some of them.
Who's loss is it? Who's fault is it?
Why was I ever fucking born? Why the fuck should anyone care?????

Thursday, 3 January 2013

Knife play

I can't remember the last time my knife felt so good. It felt really good cutting just now.
I thought for a while my blood looked different. I don't know if the iron tablets have changed it, but it appears more like blood now and there's more of it!
I know that sounds stupid but it looked different a couple of months ago I swear, and apart from coming off anti-depressants, the rest of my medication is the same except I'm taking iron tablets. Black poop, woop!
It's weird, I brought some toilet roll to mop up the blood and thought woah, that's a bit much, so I halved it. Turns out I needed it all though. I now have a lovely satisfyingly blood-soaked wad of loo roll. combine that and the pain and I know I'm still alive, for now. So much for my "I actually didn't make any New Year's resolutions but I'll try to stop cutting" HA! I'm still not sure why I take pictures of the blood but hey, does anyone have all the answers?