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- Jun 13, 2019
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I wanted to do something different yesterday just to see if my life was worth living. I talked to my therapist about my thoughts. I told her I hadn't eat anything in 8 days and that I was thinking about stopping fluids as well. In my mind maybe there was a reason why I should hang on just a little longer. Something that could maybe "save me." She got me to the point where I was able to talk to my mom who I live with about the current issues I was having. I felt better. I felt supported. We went to the hospital and I was able to talk to an on call therapist. I felt better. Relieved almost. But all that was needed was a safety plan that tells me to eat and to use my skills to cope. I thought for a minute I could do it. But I am here because I can't cope. I'm here because I wake up everyday with the same shit on my kind as the day before. The same thoughts, the same frustrations, and the same life. Nothing I am going to do will fix me. Nothing anyone does will fix me. I am disgusting. I feel disgusting. So now I wake up 12 hrs later with the same mindset. I'm going to stop fluids now as well. According to my safety plan I should call the therapist, but in all honesty is that what they really want? They have to pretend to care. That's their jobs. In reality I am just one life out of so many. One life that isn't important. One life that doesn't matter. Hopefully the next 3 days will sail by quickly.