End of another day…

As the end of another days draws to an end I’m here again sat pondering and wondering what lies ahead for me. my future might be uncertain right now but I still have the inklings of hope that I can get better. NO not can get better BUT will get better…

I no for a fact that the roads ahead are lined with pits and dips but also are filled with happiness and hope and light. This path that I am starting on soon (I hope anyways) is going to be tough and lots of hard work but I cannot stay in this vicious continuous cycle or treadmill of being ok and then trying to commit suicide. It is not fair to only myself but to my family and friends and this last attempt has given me the kick up the arse to actually do something about it. To do something to break the cycle of break downs.

The amount of damage I have done internally to my body (mainly my oesophagus) is terrible. I have the scars on hips and wrists and stomach, I have had to go for monthly oesophagus dilation operations to stretch my throat so I can actually maybe one day eat solid food. Since April 10th 2017 I haven’t been able to eat a single solid piece of food due to yet another attempt at taking my life. and since then I have survived on fortisips (protein drinks) to give me all my calories and keep me going. luckily now I can actually swallow smooth soup and custard, I can’t swallow anything with bits in it or eat biscuits. But maybe one day I hopefully will be able to dunk that ginger biscuit in a cup of coffee.

Here’s to wondering and pondering the next and very near (hopefully) future…

To be cont.d…

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Here we go yet again

Here’s to another day of staring out the window and trying to will the windows of this physc unit to disappear so I can leap out and escape from here, But its not actually from here I want to escape its from my head and from thee voices and the darkness that is succumbing me. It is a toxic mix of voices and my own thoughts.

I was given some news last night that I thought would be the start of the end for this darkness, and this morning it has all been retracted and I’m back to where I was yesterday.

(quick update)

August 2017 I tried to commit suicide by inhalation from car fumes. rigged the whole thing (car) up and somehow survived. Since that day I have been in the local physc ward which is only a 20/25 minute drive from where I actually live. Thus meaning easy(ish) access for family to visit.

Basically the plan is for me to go to a residential unit for 18 months to do an intensive DBT therapy course. basically I will do two cycles of the whole course and then gradually released back into the community. The thing is that I want to go to a specific unit which has agreed to work with my BPD and my Anorexia and weight loss issues. This unit I want to go to is a 10 bed female unit and is specifically for BPD patients.  Where as this other unit the commissioning board want to send me to will only work with the BPD side but is a 26 bed physc ward and not specifically to cater for BPD. The Unit the commissioning board prefer is a bigger version of this general physc ward that I am on now and I no for a fact I will not get better there and that it is 100% NOT the right fit and unit for me.

Back to the present…

When you apply to residential units you have to be assessed by each unit and when you send it all through to the commissioning board to choose you have to have a minimum of 2 units. They met two weeks ago tomorrow and have agreed the funding but not the unit.

The thing is in the last 6/7 months of being here on this unit, they haven’t done any kind of therapy or work with me because we were hoping this whole process wouldn’t take this long to happen.

I’m so determined to do this but I’m loosing the will to keep fighting all of this and yet there are so so many what if’s???

 

struggling to work out

Since being in here this psychiatric unit in Carlisle. I have been meeting with a psychologist called Sam. Meeting with him two times a week. And it’s been really good trying to work out where I need to start first in my recovery and be able to move forward. One thing I want to work on is about my past with my biological parents.

I’ve tried to work out how to gain access to my adoption records but keep hitting a wall. I really don’t know where to go forward.

There are plenty of get access to your records websites but there are always cons and extra charge to pay.

Stuck of where to go now…..

self-care.

I found an article on facebook last night and wanted to share it with you all.

SELF-CARE DIY BOX

Get an empty shoe box or a tub anything really with a lid. The idea is to fill with things that can help you deal with an emotional crisis in a safe way.

My list is as follows:-

NOTEBOOK AND PENS

IMPORTANT PHONE NUMBERS

COLOURING PENS

MY ART THERAPY BOOKS

SOME KIND OF MUSIC

STRESS BALL

SOME PHOTOS OF FAMILY

BOOK TO READ

PLAY DOH

OTHER PHYSICAL WAYS:-

Running

Going for awalk

Bike ride

TIDY THE HOUSE

CALL A FAMILY MEMBER OR A FRIEND

SWIMMING

BUT THE MAIN THING ALWAYS REMEMBER TO BREATHE.

LISA