I posted this in the crisis forum yesterday
'I was days, hours, minutes from death last week. I had a blood count of 4.1, and people die when it gets under 5.
I was succeeding, I was dying, I was winning.
Then they found out, sectioned me, and forced me to have 4 blood transfusions.
I didn't want them. It's a waste of blood. I didn't want to live, I don't want to live. The blood could have gone to someone worthwhile, someone who wanted them, someone who deserved them.
I was so close, and now I have to start the process again. Blood letting everyday. In two weeks I can be back where I was if I try really hard. Maybe in three I'll be dead.
They saved me, and I can't handle it.
It's like having my dream snatched right out from under my feet.
Now I feel worse, now I feel so much worse.
And I have to start again.
I don't know why I am making this post. Right now, I guess, I just feel so bloody desperate for what could have been.
I can't take this.
I don't feel it's my right anymore to cut, and lose blood, when I have had blood, but then the blood was forced on me, I didn't want it. The people who sectioned me have wasted that blood, not me. All the things I want to do to myself have got so much worse.
I just need to die, and they stopped me. And I hate them.
I don't know what to do'
Hope that explains it a bit more, sorry, I'm just feeling vile and have ever since they saved me