It's not that I want to die...
I remember saying these words to my mother the first time I tried to commit suicide when I was 17. "It's not that I want to die, it's that I just don't want to be in this pain anymore."
I came so close last night to checking out. And again, it wasn't that I wanted to die. I just don't want to live with the fear anymore.
It's a long, strange story but I accidentally ran into my stepdad's current wife yesterday. I am terrified because he'll know where I work now. I am jumpy as fuck today. And last night... god, last night the flashbacks started and the fact that he has kids now is weighing on me. I feel responsible that I should tell so that they don't have to suffer. He is an abusive fuck who doesn't deserve to be around children. He destroys and abuses everyone he comes into contact with.
I have an emergency appointment with my therapist tonight. But I can't stop thinking about suicide. I hate that it always seems like such a valid option to me. You'd think after two hellish stays in the hospital for attempts in the past, I wouldn't even consider it. But the fear... god, the fear of this man...
It's killing me because I have been doing so well... I was so glad that I didn't act out last weekend. And now I just can't stop thinking about ways to escape this dread, this fear that I'm going to get in trouble now. It's like I am a little kid again.
I came so close last night to checking out. And again, it wasn't that I wanted to die. I just don't want to live with the fear anymore.
It's a long, strange story but I accidentally ran into my stepdad's current wife yesterday. I am terrified because he'll know where I work now. I am jumpy as fuck today. And last night... god, last night the flashbacks started and the fact that he has kids now is weighing on me. I feel responsible that I should tell so that they don't have to suffer. He is an abusive fuck who doesn't deserve to be around children. He destroys and abuses everyone he comes into contact with.
I have an emergency appointment with my therapist tonight. But I can't stop thinking about suicide. I hate that it always seems like such a valid option to me. You'd think after two hellish stays in the hospital for attempts in the past, I wouldn't even consider it. But the fear... god, the fear of this man...
It's killing me because I have been doing so well... I was so glad that I didn't act out last weekend. And now I just can't stop thinking about ways to escape this dread, this fear that I'm going to get in trouble now. It's like I am a little kid again.