shotokansho
05-06-12, 22:00
Hey everyone.
I have been in hospital again. I went in on Friday night, and was let out on Sunday. They only let me out because I forced the issue, I pretended that I was fine and just needed a good nights sleep. I now wish I hadn't, I wish I was still in there, it was too soon to come home.
For the past few months people have been laughing at me, calling me names and always making me the brunt of their jokes. I am on ESA because of my illness and I got fed up with so-called friends telling me that they pay my taxes. I went on holiday to Malta and people were saying that I didn't deserve to go because apparantly all I do is sit on my ass all day doing nothing and I am on benefits so it was actually them that was paying for the holiday.
I don't sit around doing nothing all day, I have two children to look after and a house to run, plus yes I am on benefits but there is nothing I would love more than to work again, and I am working towards that with my CPN. The thing is I didn't even defend myself against these people, I didn't have the guts and I just laughed along with them, even though it hurt inside...of course this gave them the encouragement to do it more. Then there is this guy in my local pub that I go to every weekend. He calls me a certain name, he has done for months. At first it was funny but then it got boring, then it started to hurt because he was introducing me to people by this name then everyone started doing it...they found it hilarious...and I just laughed too!
Anyway on Friday night I had had enough and I got myself very upset and worked up, and lots of distressing thoughts started entering my head, so I took myself up to A&E. As I say they admitted me, and I pestered to get back out after 2 days. I did this mainly because my best friend was having a jubilee party on the Monday and he didn't want me to miss it...I mean how stupid am I?
At first it was going ok, we had a great day and we all had lots of laughs. Inside I was worrying but I carried on. Anyway my best friend tricked me into getting into the back of his van. He shut the door on me and locked me in. It was horrible, I felt sick and it was dark and closed in. I was trying so hard not to panic because if I had have done I would have totally gone mad. They even started up the engine to prentend to drive it and I could hear them all laughing from the outside. I grabbed something from a box (a washer pump) and as soon as the door opened I threw it and it hit my friend in the face and gave him a nose bleed. We had a massive row, all he cared about was his nose and his washer part. He didn't seem to realise what he had just put me through. I did apologise for it, I didn't intentially hit him.
Anyway I got home and the intrusive thoughts started again, I was having mad urges to do something terrible. I held out and finally got to sleep. Now my pet rat is dying. I have had him since he was a baby and he is very ill. I am taking him to the vets tomorrow but I have a feeling I won't be coming home with him.
I just feel like crying, I want to go back to the hospital but I can't because I am scared. I want to be able to get through this, I have been admitted 5 times since 2009, I know I came out of there too soon, but because I wanted to please everyone else I lied and got myself discharged, how stupid. I feel sad inside guys, some good thoughts and reassuring words would really help me right now. Thank you so much for listening to me.
Kez
I have been in hospital again. I went in on Friday night, and was let out on Sunday. They only let me out because I forced the issue, I pretended that I was fine and just needed a good nights sleep. I now wish I hadn't, I wish I was still in there, it was too soon to come home.
For the past few months people have been laughing at me, calling me names and always making me the brunt of their jokes. I am on ESA because of my illness and I got fed up with so-called friends telling me that they pay my taxes. I went on holiday to Malta and people were saying that I didn't deserve to go because apparantly all I do is sit on my ass all day doing nothing and I am on benefits so it was actually them that was paying for the holiday.
I don't sit around doing nothing all day, I have two children to look after and a house to run, plus yes I am on benefits but there is nothing I would love more than to work again, and I am working towards that with my CPN. The thing is I didn't even defend myself against these people, I didn't have the guts and I just laughed along with them, even though it hurt inside...of course this gave them the encouragement to do it more. Then there is this guy in my local pub that I go to every weekend. He calls me a certain name, he has done for months. At first it was funny but then it got boring, then it started to hurt because he was introducing me to people by this name then everyone started doing it...they found it hilarious...and I just laughed too!
Anyway on Friday night I had had enough and I got myself very upset and worked up, and lots of distressing thoughts started entering my head, so I took myself up to A&E. As I say they admitted me, and I pestered to get back out after 2 days. I did this mainly because my best friend was having a jubilee party on the Monday and he didn't want me to miss it...I mean how stupid am I?
At first it was going ok, we had a great day and we all had lots of laughs. Inside I was worrying but I carried on. Anyway my best friend tricked me into getting into the back of his van. He shut the door on me and locked me in. It was horrible, I felt sick and it was dark and closed in. I was trying so hard not to panic because if I had have done I would have totally gone mad. They even started up the engine to prentend to drive it and I could hear them all laughing from the outside. I grabbed something from a box (a washer pump) and as soon as the door opened I threw it and it hit my friend in the face and gave him a nose bleed. We had a massive row, all he cared about was his nose and his washer part. He didn't seem to realise what he had just put me through. I did apologise for it, I didn't intentially hit him.
Anyway I got home and the intrusive thoughts started again, I was having mad urges to do something terrible. I held out and finally got to sleep. Now my pet rat is dying. I have had him since he was a baby and he is very ill. I am taking him to the vets tomorrow but I have a feeling I won't be coming home with him.
I just feel like crying, I want to go back to the hospital but I can't because I am scared. I want to be able to get through this, I have been admitted 5 times since 2009, I know I came out of there too soon, but because I wanted to please everyone else I lied and got myself discharged, how stupid. I feel sad inside guys, some good thoughts and reassuring words would really help me right now. Thank you so much for listening to me.
Kez