The last time I made a post I was happy.
Now I’m not. The voices in my head have gotten stronger and have added a new method of torture. They can now put images in my head. For example, I was downstairs and saw my sister on the computer. Not something out of the ordinary…then BAM. All I could see in my head was me strangling her. That’s not something I’d ever want to do to my sister. That’s something I can never unsee.
And that scares me.
Tonight all I can see is me slitting my wrists. It’s horrible. It’s making it impossible to sleep.
These are the days when I want to just be done with all of this.
With everything.
Sincerely,
Medicated Perfection.
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No, but I truly appreciate your wanting to help. It means a lot. Thank you.
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of course. if you change your mind i’ll be here. 🙂
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