Gah...
I know I should be in a psych ward right now, yet I'm still clinging on here...
Fucking shadow people have been bothering me last night.
It's a little comforting to know that some of you actually give a shit about my well-being. That's more than I can say for certain people in real-life.
Blargh...
Sorry...I still haven't recovered from my previous involuntary hospitalizations as a teenager as recently as 2 years ago. I also went for 3 months of outpatient psychiatric treatment and psychotherapy from March to June of last year, which took a big bite out of my wallet (yes, I paid for it all with no help from anyone). And now?
I DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING MONEY LEFT.
I have much less money now than I did then. Therefore, my options are much more limited now and need to be weighed more carefully.
Maybe if I had a rich friend or any friends at all, I wouldn't be in such a dire predicament. I've always been a socially inept fuck, but my overall mental instability just keeps getting worse and worse.
All I want is this: to live like a normal person. Is that too much to fucking ask?
I swore the last time I was discharged for severe depression and psychosis that I would never go again no matter how bad my mental state got. I kept telling myself this, over and over again...
But now, thinking about it...ugh...
Believe me, I do hear everyone who's telling me to go back. It's just not as easy as you think it is, especially when you're me and you've been hospitalized before.
It hurts to go back in time. I know I'm only getting worse, but I'm still trying to stay afloat using whatever coping mechanisms I can come up with. Which, I admit, is not many.
There's just so much fucking shit I have to deal with...I'm doing terribly academic-wise (let's not even get into that right now; academia is the bane of my life), and I can't concentrate on anything. I experience psychotic episodes in class very frequently, but that's also something I had a problem with years ago, too.
I've attempted suicide before, and the thought still comes up in my mind sometimes. Occasionally, I'll be in a room, see a sharp object like a knife, and then something in my mind will tell me, "Why wait? Look at that knife right there. Go kill yourself."
I don't have any skills (not even any modicum of instrumental talent like many of you do), a very small support network, and I have no future. Almost everything is a chore for me due to my overwhelming fatigue levels, even if it's really simple for just about everyone else. Even working as a janitor or a McDonald's cashier sounds daunting to me. I just fail at everything I do, and I punch myself every single day for it. And the voices, the visions, never seem to go away...
I'm just pathetic. Fucking pathetic. There is simply no other way to describe myself.
And by the way, I truly do feel that I am at risk to myself, Bill. Complicating things even further. I started cutting myself again just recently, and if I tell any shrink or psychologist about my tendency to cut (although lightly, mind you; I mostly have scratches and not very much blood), nothing good is ever going to come out of it. If I get too honest with mental health professionals, it's just another excuse for them to keep me in the ward for a longer period of time. I mean, fuck, I've been through this shit before, 3 fucking times. I have a pretty good idea of what to expect should I go back.
The meds I've been given up to this point, for both depression and schizophrenia, have not worked on me. My conditions are both extreme and treatment-resistant. There are still stronger meds out there that I haven't tried, but I'm extremely reluctant to take them after my previous experiences. I don't want to deal with feeling like a zombie, having a limp dick, seizures, blah blah blah, like what's already happened to me.
These days, I don't really talk to anyone except myself. I still cry myself to sleep almost every night, and I'm fucking 19. I'll be 20 in February of next year, and I still feel like a fucking helpless little baby. I should be past this sort of thing at my age.
Sometimes I'll go entire days without talking to my family, even if they're in the same apartment as I am. My parents piss me off sometimes, especially my mom, and I have to hide a lot of my problems from them.
And today, I've been feeling so god damn depressed that I've been starving myself intentionally. I also slept most of my day away.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
I guess I can't keep that up for much longer. I'm going to have my first meal of the day soon, close to 7 in the fucking evening. That is, if I have enough energy to do so.
I even thought about setting myself on fire last night. Who knows if that's ever going to happen...
I haven't even been outdoors in a couple of days. But, maybe that's what I need to do. I'm probably going to get on the A train soon this evening, take it to some stop in the Rockaways on the eastern end of Queens and just stay near the ocean for a while and see if that helps me out. Sometimes, just spending time alone near a large body of water is enough to relax me whenever I feel batshit crazy, as long as I don't try to drown myself as I nearly did one time.
Again, sorry if this post comes across sounding like a suicide note...I really can't help myself. I know you all have lives and better things to do than to read about my mental problems.