Tag: self harm

not sleeping

by Midnight Demon, posted in depression

****might be triggering to some people****

I was hoping to get a session today with my therapist but she is booked up. The urges I have to cut have not decreased. I am trying all the coping strategies that I know to not think about it. It is helping a little bit but I still want to cut. I want to feel the razor against my skin and the ultimate pain it will bring. Writing about it in detail helps me a little bit. But it also makes me want to do it more. It is a good release to see it on paper but not when I don’t actually do it. I don’t know what to do. I haven’t had self-harm urges in a very long time. I took a walk to day and am watching my ravenous eight year old eat full meals. She said she had lunch but man is she hungry after school. But then I remember I would have at least 2 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches when I came home from school almost every day. Guess she takes after me.

My therapist just texted me and I will have a session with her tonight.

One of my favorite country singers just tweeted that she listened to a symphony 3. I am playing it on Youtube while I am typing this and it is sorrowful. It is powerful. I like it though. Weird I had a dream about her when she had short hair last night. I guess my head was missing her as I have not played her songs since I went to her concert in May. She is the only singer I can listen to when I am agitated and will be able to calm me down. I would listen to her now but I really am not in the mood to listen to music as I got to write four pages.

I woke up around 4 this morning and didn’t go back to sleep till 9. I am very sleepy. I wish I could take a nap now but I can’t. I haven’t had coffee yet but I think I will soon. I finally bought half and half.
When I checked my stats today, I found that a search term for vocabulary of suicide found its way to my blog. Person was from the ROK. Haven’t had that visitor in a while. It got me thinking that I should include some thing about suicide facts into my book so I copied the vocabulary and posted it in my book. I am not up to 130 pages! While I was up this morning, I also decided to write a few pages more on my mini suicide attempt I had in October. I think it is important to know what goes on in someone’s mind when they are thinking about killing themselves. You never know who you can help.

drinking and cutting

by Midnight Demon, posted in blogging, depression

***warning might be triggering***

Just finished my writing of four pages today. I talked about the benefits of hospitalization and such. I have good experience with that as I have been hospitalized over 30 times in my life. I had at least twenty by the time I was 25 years old. My depressions were brutal and all I could think about was killing myself. And back then, if you had any thoughts of suicide and were thinking about acting on it, it landed you in the hospital. Now you need a specific plan, time, and date before they admit you.

I have been having big self-harm urges today. It started last night and has not let up any today. I am able to distract myself with music and playing with my phone, usually by going on twitter. I rarely talk to anyone by my therapist about this, though today she wanted to know more about it and I blew her off. I don’t know why I blew her off. I don’t really know why I have the urges. But I just didn’t want to talk about it. I felt like if I did, the urges would come back stronger and I wouldn’t be able to keep them at bay. I deal with these urges for so long on my own that I still can’t let anyone in on them. They are too private for me to talk about. I know that the paper I wrote last night about my TG issues is a cause of it. I don’t understand the link between me being a male and me wanting to cut. And I don’t think I want to know. I also have been wanting to drink to get seriously drunk. Been staring at a bottle of crown royale the past few weeks. I could empty the bottle. It has about a fourth left if I let myself. I am just afraid of what I might do if I start drinking. I could get into the fuck it modes and take more meds than I should. I could accidently try and kill myself while under the influence. That is why I don’t drink. I am too afraid of what might happen. I have never drank and used my meds inappropriately. In fact, if I do have any alcoholic beverages, I usually don’t end up taking my narcotic medication because I am afraid of the side effects. I won’t even take an Ativan for fear of it slipping me into a coma, though I don’t take that much.

Ever since I had that mini suicide attempt last October I have been fearful of mind altering drugs and cutting. Cutting might seem harmless, but it really isn’t. Not to a former cutter. It is like a drug. Once you start, you can’t stop. You want to feel that “high” again and again with each blood drop. I can’t explain it beyond that. It’s like a thrill you can’t get otherwise. It lets go of the pain with each slash. I am just afraid of going too deep and needing stitches where I most likely will be hospitalized for my actions. They rarely let you go if you need stitches. And it’s terrible to have to sit and wait and wait and wait like you are some kind of leper. Even though you didn’t mean on doing yourself harm, they (psychiatrists and such) think you could be at risk for more harm. All it takes to get started is that one cut. And one cut is usually never enough. Just like with me, one sip of whiskey is never enough. I need more and more to get drunk. I am a binge drinker. I binge drink and then I am fine for months. But sometimes, I find that I can’t stop drinking. I am not an alcoholic. I just like to drink. And sometimes just one will do it. Sometimes five will do it. Other times it is the rest of the bottle.

I have never cut while drunk and I never drink while cutting. The hazards for going too deep and wild is too great, greater than overdosing on medication. I once wanted to cut my jugular while in a drunken rage so I decided to never mix the two. It takes some deep restraint not to give into impulses for either. And despite the impulse, I some how avoid doing serious harm to myself while under the influence of either substance. No, cutting is not an abused substance but it should be.

urges

by Midnight Demon, posted in depression, suicide, suicide attempt

***WARNING MIGHT BE TRIGGERING TO SOME PEOPLE***

Past few days have been rough. I have been humiliated by my nerve condition, in so much pain I couldn’t sit long enough to watch the Superbowl, and today I get hit with nerve pain in my ass that almost made me want to pass out again. All this has left me wanting to do something self-destructive.

I was talking with my therapist about this week’s events and a sudden urge to cut emerged without warning and staring at me from across my bed room was a new razor. I could almost feel the pain and feel the blood as it dripped down my arm. I need to cut so bad it feels like nothing will take its place until I do. I am starting to get obsessed with it. But I don’t have my supplies ready, though they could be in an instant if I tried. I don’t want to start something I can’t finish and cutting would do that for me. It would start out as something small and then I could go deeper and deeper until the bleeding went a little out of control. I would be happy for a little while and maybe for longer than that. I am trying to distract myself from it by writing but it’s only feeding the feelings of self-infliction that I want to do. I am guessing this is how a junkie feels needing their next fix. I want it so bad but the ramifications and consequences will not be good for me. I haven’t cut in almost ten years. So in some respects, you can say I have been “sober” all that length of time. And if I cut I will lose my “sobriety”. I don’t know what will happen. I might cut and be turned off like it happened the last time I cut or it might turn on the flood gates and I will become a “junkie” always looking for the next fix.

Why do I want to cut? Because I cannot tolerate the intensity of my psychache, the psychological pain, the despair, frustration, perturbation, worthlessness, and guilt that I am feeling. I have tried listening to music but I just cannot turn out the sound of my pain. It sucks hurting this much and no one knowing. I wish I could say why I feel like this but I don’t know why. I just do. I know part of the reason I want to cut is because of the fact I cannot kill myself. Cutting is a way for me to express my emotions without hurting anyone but me. And I am fine with that even if others are not. People do not want this to happen to me but I can’t stop the thoughts. They are weighing on me like a barge on my chest.

coping skills not working

by Midnight Demon, posted in depression, mood disorders, psychache, suicide, suicide attempt, transgender, writing

I have been depressed for the past few days and my coping skills are not working. Because of this I thought about cutting my wrist but instead I mixed my meds up a bit and slept. I guess you can say that I was a drunk because all I did in the morning was stumble around.
I didn’t plan on doing this I just couldn’t cope with the pain of living anymore. I needed an escape and I needed it badly. I know I could have called my psychiatrist or therapist but most likely they would have said go to the ER. The ER is useless. You wait for hours to be seen because more urgent cases take precedent and because you are not actively doing anything to harm yourself you just are forced to sit and wait. Then when you get put into a room you are searched, made to give a urine sample and might have blood drawn if they think you need to be admitted. Or you might have blood drawn anyways if you overdosed like I did last night. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to cut really bad and I knew that if I did and I needed stitched I would be screwed. Least with OD’g you don’t leave scars. I didn’t OD with the plan to kill myself. I just wanted an escape for a few hours as things have been shitty the past few days. I told my sister that I wanted to be a man. She asked if me if I was sure. I started to break down. Obviously I wasn’t that obvious to my family. I was just a tomboy that never grew out of it. Except tomboys don’t usually wear men’s clothes all the time. This has been the most difficult conversation that I have had in a long time, since I came out as being gay. I refuse to use the word lesbian because I am a male not a female.
I want to be able to tell my family this year because I will be going to a clinic soon as I get the guts to call to make an appointment. I don’t want to start the hormones and then questioning me why I have facial hair. I have a little facial hair now but it’s kind of stupid looking because there is a space in the middle of it.
I just want to be myself. I don’t want to hurt anyone. The only person getting hurt is me because I can’t be who I am. That is why I want to cut, want to OD, want to kill myself. Though I still feel like it would be better to bury me as their “daughter” than as their “son”. My parents are of the old generation. They don’t understand things of today. Much less gender identity disorder or being transgender. Right now I guess you can say that I am just a crossdresser except my damn boobs get in the way of that. How I loathe my boobs. It is one part that I hate the most. I want to look at my chest and see nothing but my pectoral muscles, not breast material.
The biggest question so far that I have had since coming out as transgender is when am I going to have surgery. Are you kidding me? Let me get used to being freely who I am first!! Let me try the hormones first and see how they work. I hate to think of surgery before hormone replacement and most surgeons won’t do it unless you truly have been living as the opposite sex for some time. It is not an easy thing to go through. And mentally it messes with you big time.
I know this road I have been on is the right now. My sister was worried that it is going to mess with my depression. What she doesn’t realize is that part of my depression is not being who I truly am.