So last night/this morning I woke myself up because I was having a full on night terror involving me screaming and thrashing around in the bed. The working theory is that this is good. The unworking theory is that this is me almost being possessed by evil spirits so we’ll see how it goes tonight -_-
I’ve spent the whole day walking round feeling like I’ve been kicked in the solar plexus all night. I don’t know what that’s about either.
What I do know is that I’m hiding from my job and everything to do with it. I’m trying to make myself hold out until the other side of some days off I have booked but we’ll see -_- I just want to go to the Drs and get signed off…
WHICH REMINDS ME!
The good old NHS is definitely trying to finish me off! See series of events:
June – Initial going to Dr, Dr suggests doing referral to therapy
June.2 – Do three referrals, each wanting me to go into exquisite detail about how I wanted to kill myself, what my plans were etc. Their response: KTHNX we will contact you in a month for your phone assessment
July – A month on. Asked to go through everything on the phone AGAIN, in detail AGAIN. Left in a state, told to phone Samaritans because it will take 3 weeks for me to be seen
July.2 – Letter sent with everything I had said (including most of the horrible detail) sent out in the post to my house. Again confirming it will take 3 weeks to be seen by anyone
Gee thanks NHS. This is really what I needed to read, unexpectedly on the way out the door while I’m trying to get on with my fucking life that you seem determined to remind me that I want to fucking end.
As is the theme of recent days… I GOT FUCKING PISSED OFF ABOUT IT
Especially because someone I know’s friend killed herself. She was trying to get help. The help never came. Are we surprised? I get so fucking angry. It’s like.. if you just want us all to die and decrease the burden on the population then at least do what the Roman state did and give us the means to go out with dignity. Otherwise, if you want people to live then HELP THEM.
Guy problems. Because I am 100% a 16 year old girl and not someone who should be married with 5 kids already.
I apparently literally cannot handle being complimented. My brain freezes up. So I’m currently stuck in this world of ‘WTF do I do?!’ and ‘he is totally lying. He is manipulating you’. I get the impression he’s been like me… stuck with a lot of affection to give someone and not having an outlet for it. The issue is that to me, my inner voice is processing it as being insincere and overwhelming.
I think what is most terrifying me is because I feel a genuine connection to this person. We technically spent the weekend amongst friends and chatting and socialising etc so even though we’re going on a Date it’s still not like the internet where we’ve not met at all before. I’m scared that this connection I feel is just my intense loneliness coming at me from another angle. I feel like I’m trying to trick myself out of feeling miserable. I just don’t want to end up in another shitty relationship but then the only way you find that out is to give it a go.
Oh and there is the usual of me being too fat and ugly to qualify being worthy of love… which I keep being told is untrue but I don’t feel that on the inside.