Okay, I'm having a bit of a crisis right now. I was only recently discharged from hospital (being held under section 2 of the mental health act) and really do not see the point of living. Only a couple of hours ago I was really looking forward to the future, looking for universities to go to, looking at houses and flats to rent etc etc, then I came accross a website that said about a medical assessment you have to have before being accepted to do a nursing degree so I started googling and found that having a section 2 on your medical records really does mess up the rest of your life and what with having a criminal record too... I'm pretty screwed. So now, and because of having histrionic PD I really do not see the point in life. One part of me just wants to run away, turn back to the life of drugs, drink, prostitution and crime because it was fun and I got all the attention I wanted (even though it was very negative) but another part of me thinks... well actually you can do this, just sort your life out, go to uni, get a job, start a family etc etc and so the arguement inside my head starts...
Having HPD is just so confusing... one minute you''re literally on top of the world, the next you can't even see the point in tomorrow. I hate this illness and I hate the fact I'm never going to get better.
I really want to just end my life... run away and just do it... somewhere where no-one will find me and somewhere where I can't get help even if I do change my mind. I'm better off dead. But I know when I take the overdose I'll get cold feet like I always do and because I will have walked so far into the middle of no-where I will get an air-ambulance or something that will just feed my passion for attention even more. I wish I could just be killed... would make everything so much easier. I really do hate my life