Category: suicide

With thy mighty pen, I slay thee

by Midnight Demon, posted in blogging, mood disorders, suicide

With thy mighty pen I slay thee

This is what I feel like right now, that someone has slayed me and I don’t know why. Just no reason. No explanation. I am just gone from a website.

I just finished looking at my introduction to my book. It says all that it needs to say and more. I hope my book becomes more noticeable than that website, though I doubt it. It further ingrates in me that I am insignificant in this world. That I don’t matter. My feelings don’t matter and obviously, my words don’t matter.

But what does matter is my book. It will be great, I hope. And maybe it will be listed on the other website but I don’t think I want it to be. I am too hurt right now to think of going that far. It will be listed on other, better websites.

If I had any gall, I wouldn’t wait till March to put this book out there. I think this book is good even with the editing that I have done but the ending is weak. It needs some thing good. I am working on it. I hope that my depression goes away for a day so I can write something hopeful and meaningful. I have miles to go before I sleep, isn’t that how the saying goes?

book is done! And other stuff

by Midnight Demon, posted in blogging, chronic physical pain, suicide

Book is completed. I finished it up today, sort of. I still don’t have a solid beginning or ending but the bulk of the book is done. Now I just have to wait for the editor to put me in her queue, make some changes and boom, I will be ready for publishing. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my chest and now I can open and read my reward!

I even got the acknowledgement of one of the consultants so I need to add his name or maybe just leave it as treatment team. He is apart of that.

I am so excited about this. I could if I really wanted to, publish it today, but I want a few people to read it first and give me their feedback before I proceed. I also want to print it out so I know what it looks like. Right now I know it is 160 pages but after formatting I think it will be double that. I was looking at some other publishing sites and they wanted as much as $9K for self-publishing! I couldn’t believe it! You got a lot of stuff for that price but still, that is still a substantial amount of money to put into a book. But I guess if you want it to do well, you might as well put the money into it. Unfortunately, I don’t have 9K so I will just publish for free and hope that it does well.

I am kind of scared that I am getting closer to the end product. All my doubts and fears are there. I know when it comes down to the last page of writing and hitting send, I am going to take a long hard look at that click button.

My side effects seem to be ok today. I didn’t take my dose last night because I didn’t want to be an elastic ball today. I paged my pdoc to talk to her. Just in case those feelings come back, but she hasn’t returned the page. I also sent her an email so she knows that I am paging her. Sometimes I don’t have the luck of sending pages through. Symptoms for the past few days have started around 4 pm and so far I don’t have any other than the soreness of the past few days. I hope I can take my dose tonight or that my pdoc doesn’t want me to lower the dose. I am so afraid of the voices coming back but I also don’t want to be an elastic ball being stretched and have restless limbs where I have to keep moving them.

I had a therapy appointment today. I also got snuck into one tomorrow. I don’t know how that happened. But the 17th is still off the table, as far as I know. I just need that day off away from my therapist as it is going to be a hard day. And I don’t want her to know why. I will just keep this to myself this time. I am not going to share it with my blog because it just seems too personal. I hope that you will let me keep my privacy. If I do write about, the blog will be a protected blog and the password will be midnight.

this is me swallowing my pride

by Midnight Demon, posted in cauda equina syndrome, Chronic pain, chronic physical pain, depression, mood disorders, suicide

I worked on my book and I think that it is a good book. It might not make the New York Times list but as long as it sells 100 copies I will be happy.

I have been in a disgruntled mood. My therapist never got back to me because of her commitments yesterday. I just wish she could have texted me something so I wasn’t hanging all day. I am not having so many flashback symptoms but I think that has more to do with not being in a lot of pain today. I have been experiencing more side effects from the Abilify than anything. I have to take Ativan to deal with it. And it makes me feel sluggish and sleepy. But as long as it takes away this rubber band feeling, I don’t care. I can’t lower my dose because the psychosis will come back, and quickly like it did before. I also don’t want to be in the hospital for Christmas. I haven’t called my psychiatrist yet. I am hoping they will settle down some so I won’t have to. Not much she can do about it anyways other than tell me to take Ativan. If that doesn’t work, I am sure I can take benedryl to help. I have the need to be snowed anyways. I have been in an awful frame of mind and my stupid therapist wants to activate Mr. Hyde. WTF, really?? My suicidality has been on an all time low and you want to activate the demons? I was toying with her today about it. But it’s not going to happen. I can’t risk taking my life for no reason. I have an appointment with her all this week to make up for Monday I guess. And next week she is trying to get me to open up about the personal reason why I need the 17th off.

I need the 17th off so that I can think. It is going to be a very depressing day for me. And I want to spend it alone, without having therapy. I think I am going to finish drinking the rest of my crown royal bottle. I think alcohol will go nicely with the end of thinking of suicide, but no one has to know about it. I don’t want anyone to know the real reason. My therapist doesn’t read my blogs unless I send them to her. So I am safe.

I have no idea if what I wrote makes any sense. Please leave comments if you think this is a good idea or if I should see my therapist on the day that I am not going to be thinking of ending my life anymore.

I don’t know what this blog is going to be like after I set this into motion. I know there will be blogs where I talk about death. It is the nature of this beast called pain. And of course the first song from my “Just Taylor” playlist is “back to December”. “so this is me swallowing my pride…”

an example of Mr. Hyde

by Midnight Demon, posted in mood disorders, suicide, suicide attempt

I have a serious mental illness that wants me to claim my life. I hear voices that taunt everything I do but I have never been violent towards another person and god help me, hope I never will. I just want to kill myself because I am a sorry excuse for a human being. I don’t blame my parents or my siblings for the way I turned out. It just happens to be who I am, I may not accept it but it is who I am. I know that someday I will ultimately end my life by my own hand. I know because I think about it every day. But I will NOT take another person’s life other than my own. Do I need to have a lifetime commitment because I am so suicidal? Probably but insurance companies don’t see it that way. As long as you are not in “imminent” danger to harm yourself or others, you cannot be allowed to stay in the hospital for more than a few days time, against your will. I have been there many times and even though I have chronic suicidality, I have never been kept beyond the three days or two weeks because of my suicidality. I might have been kept because the voices were telling me to harm myself, but never because I said I was suicidal after the three days. The mental health system is wrong and should be address these issues I am stating. Because maybe a longer admission is what I need to get better. I have intense psychotherapy with my therapist twice sometimes three times a week and still feel suicidal. I have been on every drug used for psychiatry and yet I still feel suicidal. How am I to live my life when I want to end it so much? How am I supposed to work and go to college when thinking about my death is all that matters to me? No hospital can change it. No psychiatrist can and no psychotherapist can. So the blame then gets shifted on to me. It’s my fault for not “wanting” to get better, that my negative attitude/emotions are what is causing me to be suicidal. If I change my attitude, I will be happier. It’s all bullshit. It’s not my fault being this way anymore than it’s a dying person with cancer fault because they have cancer. And believe me, I would much rather trade places with them because I know they are going to die while this “emotional cancer” is eating me alive and no one can see it. And no one wants to help me either. I can only save myself if I want to. Well, I give up. I don’t want to anymore. What purpose will living my life that I know is only going to end up six feet under. I have thought about cremation but the cost is the same. I thought about buying my own plot somewhere but I really don’t care what my family does with my remains. They are of no use to me anymore. So I am giving myself some time before I do it. And hopefully within this time frame things will change. Because if they don’t I am dead and there is nothing anyone can do to stop me.