Ok, so after my third stint in the hospital my doctor said that I probably have Bipolar Disorder. I am just now reading up on the disorder. I was actually wondering if bipolar was the correct diagnosis though. I am gonna post one of my journal sessions to see if anyone might be able to help me out. I started these after my second hospital visit. This was my first journal:
"I don’t really hate my life that much. But I can’t continue to argue with my thoughts that much longer. I’m tired. Every day I have to tell my mind to stop bringing up thoughts of suicide, self-harm, hurting others. I don’t know why my mind continuously throws these images and thoughts up. I’m very tired. I have repeatedly called myself a coward for not ending my life. I argue with the voice and I’m not quite sure who the voice is. I don’t know if it is my own manifestation or if the voice is caused by a distorted balance of chemicals in my brain. I cannot decide. Why am I writing this now? Because the argument is being won by the Angry (I will now be referencing the voice/not voice as the Angry).
I am having an extremely depressing night. I just substituted extremely for very because of the movie the Dead Poets Society. My mind tells me to watch sad things on youtube. So I do. And then I want to watch a sad movie. And then the Angry sets in. Do it. DO IT. YOU ######6 COWARD JUST DO IT. I feel out of touch right now. I would do it with a gun this time. It would be finished. It almost feels as though my hands/arms are not connected to my mind. I can still feel them, but there is a disconnect. A gun would finish everything. I wouldn’t care about anything. I’d be dead, of course I wouldn’t care. Depending upon your beliefs there may or may not be anything after. I am almost anxious of what happens next. There is something, wait. I stopped writing to check my facebook.
How sad is that. I am trying to get the thoughts and the Angry out of my head and I have to stop for that ######6 facebook blip. Goddamnit. There is something that calls to me about suicide. It is almost a yearning. That is a good word to describe my feelings about it. I just got out of the hospital a few days ago. I was tempted to put myself back in tonight because I was having another night with the Angry. My dog is lying on my feet. I do love my dog. I am much calmer now. Earlier it was bad. I wanted to throw things and break things and hurt. I paused for a moment. I am downloading several movies and I thought I was downloading a duplicate of a movie, but I wasn’t. I was momentarily pissed that I was waiting to watch a movie that I already have. Now I am and fully focused on trying to get these thoughts out of my head. I still feel a weird disconnect between my brain and my arm/hands.
I don’t like it. I was having a panic attack earlier and I was considering taking more pills maybe a Xanax. But it never seems to help. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I switched from cigarettes to an e-cig. I don’t know if this was a good or a bad decision. I am vaping lower dosages of nicotine so that is good I guess. This is the first time I have written my thoughts out while in my arguments with the Angry. I’m considering letting my friend Tara see it. She might be able to help. I don’t think I will let her see this. It makes me seem crazy. I feel sick now. "
If anyone has a thought on these, please help.