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- Jan 14, 2020
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I drank a lot of wine yesterday and I was pretty drunk. I do self harm for years now, but usually know exactly how to cut to not make it too deep/bad, so that I don't have to see a doctor for it.
Yesterday I got drunk tho and at around 11pm I impulsively decided to cut myself. I took this big knife and rammed it into my leg. Immediately there was a lot of blood and it looked really bad. The alcohol made me reckless and I cut too deep. I didn't even feel a bit of pain. I tried to stop the bleeding for a while, but wasn't successful. As I was getting tired (I took my sleeping meds like 30 minutes before the cut) and drunk af, I couldn't really care and went to bed.
I woke up in the middle of the night and it was still bleeding and there was a lot of blood in my bed as well at this point. I tried to stop the bleeding again and it became a bit less after a while, as long as I didn't move my leg too much. Fell asleep again. Woke up in the morning to find out it was still bleeding. So it had been bleeding for 10 hours straight now and there were no signs that it would stop bleeding soon. I didn't know what to do. I had to leave my apartment in two hours to visit my mom for her birthday. My dad would pick me up at 11.
So I finally decided to call the two people who were working at the time (I live in an institution with 24/7 care), and I told them I cut myself yesterday evening, and it was still bleeding. I really didn't wanna tell them, but yeah I couldn't leave my apartment this way and they would come to me in 1.5 hours anyways, as they always come to me at 10.30am. So they would find out anyways. My apartment was a mess and there was blood everywhere and I walked around half naked because I couldn't wear pants because of the blood. So they finally came in and they tried to fix the wound themselves, but it was too bad, so we had to go to the doctor. It needed stitches, but at this point they couldn't do that anymore because the wound was 'too old', so they eventually put a lot of shit on it and it finally stopped bleeding.
We went back home. And they were a bit upset with me I think and they were like 'why did you do this, why didn't you call us when you felt so bad?' I got a bit mad. I'm telling them for two weeks now that I can't handle the situation anymore (too long to explain what this exactly is, but I make a topic about it a while ago, but a lot more happend in the meantime https://sanctioned-suicide.net/thre...-it-was-so-dumb-and-naive.71275/#post-1297211) I'm telling them daily that what is going on rn is killing me. But they can't change anything about the situation. I've been reliving traumas again and again for two weeks now. It's exhausting. It's making me wanna kill myself even more. There is no 'healthy' way of coping for this situation anymore. There isn't. I can't handle it. They are not happy with my alcohol abuse and they want me to stop. But that's honestly how I cope atm. If I don't drink alcohol to cope, I don't know how to cope anymore and I might impulsive try to kill myself, and most likely fail. And that's absolutely not what I want. I do not want to fail another time, but also I do not wanna do it impulsively. But I can't handle my traumas, feelings and emotions anymore by being sober 100% of the time. The alcohol is the only way to make me 'forget' for a bit. To keep me calm. But of course I can't tell them this. I can't tell them that I'm going to kill myself soon and that I'm preparing, and drink alcohol to cope with my feelings till I'm ready to kill myself. I don't know what to do anymore.
The dude from this morning will be working again tonight when I get back (I'm at my parents house now) and he told me I need to think about it and when I get back tonight, I need to tell him why I did this. I will not do this. I do have a kinda weird relationship with this man, I'm never sure how he's gonna react or what he's gonna do and say. We can have pretty good conversations, but he can also make me feel worse and like total garbage. In this situation I'm afraid he will make me just feel worse and maybe say a lot of painful and hurtful things. I will tell him I'm too tired and I wanna go to sleep. Which is true, I'm absolutely exhausted. Also tomorrow I'm having this appointment with the girl who went to the doctor with me, to talk about yesterday and today. I really like this girl a lot and honestly she's a sweetheart, so I will talk to her. I mean I have to talk to someone in the end, but I'm really not sure what to say. I can't be honest. She wants me to quit the drinking. But I don't think I can at this point.
I think in the past two weeks I've reached my lowest point ever in life. And that says a lot about how bad I'm doing, as I've had many extremely bad periodes in the past 6.5 years. But I need to get my shit together somehow, otherwise I might end up in a psych ward again soon and that's literally the last fucking thing I want. Also my parents have no idea how bad I'm really doing and it's so hard to put on my 'happy face' all day today, but they are worried and hurt enough already, they do not deserve any more pain. So I will put on my happy face once again. And I will completely break down when I get back home. And that's the moment I will want another bottle of wine.
This became a longer vent than I actually planned it to be. I'm just feeling so bad and I don't know what to do anymore at this point. I feel bad for hurting so many people, who are trying to genuinely help me, who do genuinely care about me. I just push them away really hard since a few weeks, because the pain and trauma is too much to handle. I feel like I'm a monster. Also I'm really scared they will send me away if things don't change. (if I don't change) I don't wanna become homeless. But I'm really afraid they will send me away if my behavior/mental health doesn't improve soon. That's what usually happens, that's what happend before. I don't want it to happen again. Even though they can't help me, I like this place and the people.
Yesterday I got drunk tho and at around 11pm I impulsively decided to cut myself. I took this big knife and rammed it into my leg. Immediately there was a lot of blood and it looked really bad. The alcohol made me reckless and I cut too deep. I didn't even feel a bit of pain. I tried to stop the bleeding for a while, but wasn't successful. As I was getting tired (I took my sleeping meds like 30 minutes before the cut) and drunk af, I couldn't really care and went to bed.
I woke up in the middle of the night and it was still bleeding and there was a lot of blood in my bed as well at this point. I tried to stop the bleeding again and it became a bit less after a while, as long as I didn't move my leg too much. Fell asleep again. Woke up in the morning to find out it was still bleeding. So it had been bleeding for 10 hours straight now and there were no signs that it would stop bleeding soon. I didn't know what to do. I had to leave my apartment in two hours to visit my mom for her birthday. My dad would pick me up at 11.
So I finally decided to call the two people who were working at the time (I live in an institution with 24/7 care), and I told them I cut myself yesterday evening, and it was still bleeding. I really didn't wanna tell them, but yeah I couldn't leave my apartment this way and they would come to me in 1.5 hours anyways, as they always come to me at 10.30am. So they would find out anyways. My apartment was a mess and there was blood everywhere and I walked around half naked because I couldn't wear pants because of the blood. So they finally came in and they tried to fix the wound themselves, but it was too bad, so we had to go to the doctor. It needed stitches, but at this point they couldn't do that anymore because the wound was 'too old', so they eventually put a lot of shit on it and it finally stopped bleeding.
We went back home. And they were a bit upset with me I think and they were like 'why did you do this, why didn't you call us when you felt so bad?' I got a bit mad. I'm telling them for two weeks now that I can't handle the situation anymore (too long to explain what this exactly is, but I make a topic about it a while ago, but a lot more happend in the meantime https://sanctioned-suicide.net/thre...-it-was-so-dumb-and-naive.71275/#post-1297211) I'm telling them daily that what is going on rn is killing me. But they can't change anything about the situation. I've been reliving traumas again and again for two weeks now. It's exhausting. It's making me wanna kill myself even more. There is no 'healthy' way of coping for this situation anymore. There isn't. I can't handle it. They are not happy with my alcohol abuse and they want me to stop. But that's honestly how I cope atm. If I don't drink alcohol to cope, I don't know how to cope anymore and I might impulsive try to kill myself, and most likely fail. And that's absolutely not what I want. I do not want to fail another time, but also I do not wanna do it impulsively. But I can't handle my traumas, feelings and emotions anymore by being sober 100% of the time. The alcohol is the only way to make me 'forget' for a bit. To keep me calm. But of course I can't tell them this. I can't tell them that I'm going to kill myself soon and that I'm preparing, and drink alcohol to cope with my feelings till I'm ready to kill myself. I don't know what to do anymore.
The dude from this morning will be working again tonight when I get back (I'm at my parents house now) and he told me I need to think about it and when I get back tonight, I need to tell him why I did this. I will not do this. I do have a kinda weird relationship with this man, I'm never sure how he's gonna react or what he's gonna do and say. We can have pretty good conversations, but he can also make me feel worse and like total garbage. In this situation I'm afraid he will make me just feel worse and maybe say a lot of painful and hurtful things. I will tell him I'm too tired and I wanna go to sleep. Which is true, I'm absolutely exhausted. Also tomorrow I'm having this appointment with the girl who went to the doctor with me, to talk about yesterday and today. I really like this girl a lot and honestly she's a sweetheart, so I will talk to her. I mean I have to talk to someone in the end, but I'm really not sure what to say. I can't be honest. She wants me to quit the drinking. But I don't think I can at this point.
I think in the past two weeks I've reached my lowest point ever in life. And that says a lot about how bad I'm doing, as I've had many extremely bad periodes in the past 6.5 years. But I need to get my shit together somehow, otherwise I might end up in a psych ward again soon and that's literally the last fucking thing I want. Also my parents have no idea how bad I'm really doing and it's so hard to put on my 'happy face' all day today, but they are worried and hurt enough already, they do not deserve any more pain. So I will put on my happy face once again. And I will completely break down when I get back home. And that's the moment I will want another bottle of wine.
This became a longer vent than I actually planned it to be. I'm just feeling so bad and I don't know what to do anymore at this point. I feel bad for hurting so many people, who are trying to genuinely help me, who do genuinely care about me. I just push them away really hard since a few weeks, because the pain and trauma is too much to handle. I feel like I'm a monster. Also I'm really scared they will send me away if things don't change. (if I don't change) I don't wanna become homeless. But I'm really afraid they will send me away if my behavior/mental health doesn't improve soon. That's what usually happens, that's what happend before. I don't want it to happen again. Even though they can't help me, I like this place and the people.