Don't know what's going on inside with us anymore. feeling scared, partly from our dreams and nightmares and fears, and partly because after 3 years, my therapist has finally understood what the word "practical" mean.
We'll be going to this 'life skills center' for practical help in the morning, but am scared, scared of what they know/don't know, scared of their attitudes, how I'll be treated, exactly whats involved and is it actually going to do any good at all?
Our mood is pretty bad atm, rather on edge. When we sleep, we either wake up screaming from the nightmares and have to get up and check the appartment, just to prove to myself it wasn't real, or with the rare good dream I wake up crying and extremely suicidal, just staggering around in a daze, just wanting to die because that small glimpse of happiness is just too cruel to endure, a glimpse of happiness that can never be. Just makes me want to die so bad.
I don't know if this place we're going to tomorrow can help us, therapy certainly hasn't, but I hope it does something to help.
ATM we're about 75% in agreement that we'd be better off not living anymore. The others are too young to understand I think.
My head's just spinning too much to make any sense of anything atm.
Sorry for rambling
Lahl