Ummmm OK here goes nothing......
So yesterday was a rough day.....
I've not self harmed in years (read somewhere near 20!! yeah i am that old.....) beyond the destruction of a few interior doors (you get that whole i'm Bruce Lee positive kick when those things are destroyed!!!!)
Joking apart....
So yesterday started positive...... i woke up..... i visited my addiction keyworker and felt better for ripping all hell out of how social services had irritated me.....
I left...... passed a friend in the street and we smiled laughed and hugged... went for a wander and went home....
So i'm just sitting there...... and my mind starts spinning up into its classic frenzy.... being that i've been through addictions (if anyone thinks booze or drugs are a great way to deal with your illness take it from me..... they arent.....)
Now i'm watching something on tv and i start thinking about some stuff and the spin begins.... thought 1 - Get booze booze will knock you out.... (not great last time i ended up in a detox centre (and nearly dead several times)..... i never ever want to feel that low again..... thought 2 - the chemist sells nytol..... nytol knocks you out.... but hang on thatd mean leaving the house and i hate that stuff..... thought 3 - and this i don't get i saw a knife on the couch..... i checked the sharpness.... pretty sharp.... i start slicing a line down my arm.... still fairly calm..... when that one hits fairly large and open...... i start a new one...... then after that another........... during this i get blood on my shirt.... so i go and rinse that off in cold water..... then carry on as i was.... surprised there's no pain....
After a while and ummmmmm a lot of blood...... i start coming round..... intelligent brain says what the hell are you doing???????...... rest of brain says..... that's not enough....... so i carry on...... eventually at some point i eat a diazepam (sadly addictive but prescribed) and slowly my focus comes back in...... i look at my arm..... get a t-shirt..... cut it up wrap it on as a bandage then use packing tape to hold it on...... pack essentials (laptop, mobile, chargers, stuff to spike my hair...... quick second thought and i threw in some clothes.....) and catch a bus to hospital (i didnt realise i had blood all over my face but hey).....
The nurse is all sympathetic and i'm sitting there as she patches me up trying to explain why she shouldn't be...... eventually she see's the funny side (either that or she's a good actress) bear in mind by this time normal me is back on board and can see that what i've done is just plain silly....
Patched up i leave..... call a mate.... catch a bus home then ummmmm well thats it..... i go over to aforementioned mates we have a chat smoke too many cigarettes and eventually i cycle home.... chill..... sleep.... wake up.... feeling fine.....
Then by 11 i'm staring at that knife again....
I havent touched it yet....
I threw away any pills that could kill me (suicidal..... no not really...... but the urge to be knocked out is pretty high)....
As ever ive rambled but ummmmm it feels a bit better..... hell i even achieved the washing up and some laundry.....
I'm not going to apologise that i've written this in a light hearted way....
I'd take any advice or explanation for my actions..... Theres a lot going happening in my life but...... even then i don't get this behaviour..... a friend pointed out i did it as a possible relief... i dunno?....
Confused bemused
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