I don’t think I’m too good with words and it’s so loud in my head. Quiet is dangerous. Probably the most suicidal I’ve been but I had this weekend trip coming up and the pills wouldn’t have worked that fast. 20 somethings friend would’ve called my sister when I didn’t show up. She’d check the blog and send someone to check on me. It wouldn’t be long enough and then I’d probably be forced to move back home and my mental health workers would never trust me anymore. I’m not definite enough right now, not desperate enough yet. I guess most people would consider that a good thing. The voices been acting up. This whole presidency and current events have me in fear and uncertainty. And I think I’m just slipping into a depressive episode anyways. Not necessarily sad; just empty and depressed. Suppose to have two psych appt this week. Don’t want to tell the therapist what’s up; I just don’t trust her enough. Don’t want to worry my case manager or have her talk me into going into the hospital even though that may be what I very may well need. I shall live another day. Or two
Marci, Mental Health, & More
Marci- Me a 32 year old gay female living in California in the United States.
Mental Health- I am diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder and Schizoaffective Disorder Bipolar type. I blog about my own experience with mental health as well as resources, research, and re-blogs relating to mental health.
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