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wantingdignity
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- Apr 5, 2025
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April 23
I found out recently that on the day that I was at the top of a seven story hospital garage looking down, my grandma was having a procedure done one building away. Her ride (my aunt) likely had her car below me. My younger brother's girlfriend was also working in the ER, about to graduate with her nursing degree.
I feel grossed out by this. I feel repulsed and angry. I just wanted to die! My time felt like it had run out. Everything was too painful. A big part of me wishes that I had just done it. I don't think I have the stomach to do that now. Suicidal thoughts scare me now, but I am also equally (or more, at times) afraid of recovering.
I can't afford my rent this month. I'm in an outpatient program, but they are now recommending me for residential treatment since my recovery is so slow. I had been getting better before having to go inpatient because my partner decided that me being suicidal was too much. Inpatient made my anxiety so much worse. I would still recommend it if you're in an emergency situation, but this particular location was awful. I went to the roof of the garage shortly after discharging. I've been committed to showing up to day treatment, but it is very slow.
I'm resentful that I "have to" get better. I'm told that I need to gradually change that to "get to" get better. For now, I'm resentful that I have to get better only to deal with the loss, the grief, the trauma, the hopelessness, and the responsibility to get better. I'm angry that I have to live so I don't hurt people. I'm angry that my partner, one of the people I didn't want to hurt, doesn't even want me anymore. I'm angry that I'm now looking back at that relationship and recognizing the abuse and the fact that didn't really love me for a while now.
I don't know who I am anymore. I clearly have not respected myself for a while. I want my pride and dignity back. I'm wrestling with how I made excuses for him violating my sexual boundaries. I'm wrestling with PTSD and not being able to work at the moment and not being able to take care of others or myself.
Any kind words would be appreciated
I'm going to update this occasionally.
I found out recently that on the day that I was at the top of a seven story hospital garage looking down, my grandma was having a procedure done one building away. Her ride (my aunt) likely had her car below me. My younger brother's girlfriend was also working in the ER, about to graduate with her nursing degree.
I feel grossed out by this. I feel repulsed and angry. I just wanted to die! My time felt like it had run out. Everything was too painful. A big part of me wishes that I had just done it. I don't think I have the stomach to do that now. Suicidal thoughts scare me now, but I am also equally (or more, at times) afraid of recovering.
I can't afford my rent this month. I'm in an outpatient program, but they are now recommending me for residential treatment since my recovery is so slow. I had been getting better before having to go inpatient because my partner decided that me being suicidal was too much. Inpatient made my anxiety so much worse. I would still recommend it if you're in an emergency situation, but this particular location was awful. I went to the roof of the garage shortly after discharging. I've been committed to showing up to day treatment, but it is very slow.
I'm resentful that I "have to" get better. I'm told that I need to gradually change that to "get to" get better. For now, I'm resentful that I have to get better only to deal with the loss, the grief, the trauma, the hopelessness, and the responsibility to get better. I'm angry that I have to live so I don't hurt people. I'm angry that my partner, one of the people I didn't want to hurt, doesn't even want me anymore. I'm angry that I'm now looking back at that relationship and recognizing the abuse and the fact that didn't really love me for a while now.
I don't know who I am anymore. I clearly have not respected myself for a while. I want my pride and dignity back. I'm wrestling with how I made excuses for him violating my sexual boundaries. I'm wrestling with PTSD and not being able to work at the moment and not being able to take care of others or myself.
Any kind words would be appreciated
