About three weeks ago my ex and I broke up. I moved out and to a different state to live with my sister. Since I moved, I've been in the hospital once. I started reading a book that seemed to have helped a little.
But then my emotions caught up with me. The loneliness set in. The lack of friends and support, primarily during the day. I started isolating. I hate getting up in the morning knowing I have a day of pain and fear to face, but I can't stay in bed because the nightmares are too real to handle. Now all I do is cry, or try to distract myself so I don't cry. When I saw my therapist for the first time, I was too confused to portray what was really going on. Now I know I will just end up crying the entire session. She seems a little clueless - fresh out of DBT training. She has a fist full of expensive jewelry on her fingers.
I keep thinking about suicide. I used to be too afraid to do it... I still am, for the most part, but with all the pain I feel, I can feel that fear subsiding into acceptance into a realization of why the suicide rate for this disorder is 10%. I've struggled with this disorder nearly my entire life. The more time goes on... the more progressed it gets, the less I believe there will be anything of me left to salvage. I don't want to struggle with this any longer.