by writtenBackwards » Fri Feb 12, 2010 7:19 am
I could care less about having told you. You have no idea who I am. and like I said, I asked the guy about referring me and he said no. so I'm done. One of these days I'll crack further, and maybe then I'll try again, but for now, I was rejected, deemed not a risk, and I'm not going to fight with psychiatrists. Every time I try to do something this happens, people don't believe me because I'm not foaming at the mouth. so ###$ them. It was hard enough to ask about something like this, and to have the guy not believe me, tell me that I'm fine and I don't need any inpatient treatment. I think he's wrong. I'm not at a breaking point yet, but I'm headed there, and I can't promise you anything because I don't know what's going to happen to me now.
For me to ask to be hospitalized was a huge deal considering how much i hate mental health care workers, and I wouldn't have asked if I didn't think there was something seriously wrong. but you know I'm just never going to come off as someone about to kill themselves, even if I were, and once I reach the point wear I would, it's not going to matter anymore, because once I overcome my fear of hurting people, I'm not gonna ask for help, I'm just gonna do it, and that's just the cold hard truth. and I'm a good enough liar to pull it off. If things go as planned I'll wait till my parents kick the bucket and then find a nice tall building to jump from. I somehow doubt I'm gonna last that long, but to hell with everyone else. I know what I want, and this isn't it.
as for coming clean to my parents. That isn't going to happen. I'm not some high schooler. I have my own life and my own problems, and neither is any of their god damned business. I would never put my life in the hands of my parents because I don't trust them to do what's best for me. I'm not saying they wouldn't try, but they would inevitably fail. I don't think you understand what it's like to not be close to your family. I love them because we shared a lot of time, but I don't pretend to have more faith in them than I really do. I don't pretend to want them to be a huge part of my life. I was willing though, to put my life in the hands of a psychiatric hospital, but apparently I don't belong there, so now I'm back to wear I've always been, and either it will all work out or it wont.
I am thinking about moving back home though, but not to be around my parents as you might assume. I want to get away from the people here, because if the docs out there don't want to help me on my terms, then I'm not going to let them, and the only way to make this tolerable is to get away from all these people, and all the anxiety that they cause. and to get away from alcohol, because it's horrible for me in this state. and I don't give a $#%^ if I'm hiding from my problems, avoiding situations that provoke anxiety and what not, because this is the only way I know how to get anything done that doesn't require relying on the judgments of others, which in the past, have ALWAYS ALWAYS been wrong. No-one has ever realized how ###$ up I am, and so as far as I'm concerned they are incompetent.
and I know full well that I need help, what the hell do you think I've been trying to do? I tried and failed to convince people that I have a serious problem. and back to opening up to my parents, it just doesn't work that way for me. It would be like telling a stranger personal things about years of my life and then having to live with them, and having them look at you like your not the person they thought they knew, because I'm not the person they think I am, and I haven't been for year's, and I'm not ######6 going to ruin that. They will always love me, I know that, but that means nothing in the long run. All that matters is perception.
This is how my life goes, I just lie my way through it, and that's the way I'm going to keep doing it, because without lies I have nothing. I want to die so badly. I have no desire whatsoever to live, and it's been like that for about 4 years, and nothing is going to change that, ever, so there's no god damned point in me talking about it anyway. Do you know how many times I've ######6 tried that in my life, 2 many to count. I even tried opening up to my parents when I was younger, and you know what, they didn't believe me. They don't need to know specifics, all they have to do is trust my judgment, and it seems they do, and if I try to explain any of it, It will come off all cliche like it always does, and they will tell me what I was already told earlier today, that I don't have any real problems.
I'm just going to replace my sadness with as much anger as possible, anger toward all the psychiatrists who couldn't help me, who wouldn't listen before jumping to conclusions, because I am not an idiot. I am a competent young person who understands that there is no reason to live beyond survival, who understand how ###$ up this world is, who understands how stupid our relationships are, how need based, and interchangeable, and contrived, and driven by internal mechanisms they are. No one deserved to live, we are hateful mother #####&, no matter how much we try to hide it, we are animals whose violent natures remain dormant while we are comfortable, but when made uncomfortable we strike with deadly force, with no compassion. It's pathetic really that we like to pretend otherwise.
So thank you for attempting to assist, but I don't start to melt just because someone expresses concern or validates my feelings. because it just means I am being humored or lied to to some degree.