I feel such utter despair. I can’t do anything. I’m so exhausted that I’m flailing at work. I’m so screwed. If I tell my provider how it’s going, they might have to call in a wellness check (where the cops show up at your door to take you to the psych ward).
I could probably talk my way out of it, but that’s taking a big risk because the cops may decide to put me on a hold out of an excess of caution. They don’t face any consequences for involuntary holds that are unnecessary, while it would be a problem for them if they left me at home and I chose to end myself that night. So they have no incentive to balance pros and cons, and I really doubt that anyone who would take a job in public safety is sympathetic to the mentally ill.
Ma in rare exceptions, but I cannot afford those odds. Ironically it’s the trauma from being inpatient before driving the majority of my distress. It’s been 10 months and I’m still so angry every day that I get a stomach ache from the adrenaline that has nothing to do.
I’m not going to be able to try a med change as a result. I’m doing what I can with self help, and I’m running out of patience. I’m not upset about anything outside of my thoughts, although I recognize that there is a lot to be upset over. I’m aware that my moods fluctuate, but I’m worn down over feeling like I am doing badly most of the time. I’m losing my fight.