✤ Small Update (TW) ✤

As we said yesterday, life just feels like it’s not for us. Sent an email to our therapist. It’s just so hard for all of us, because she doesn’t want to believe with how many we are. Very disappointing and also makes some of us feel sad. This is why we hate switching therapists so often.

We weren’t happy with her response. Whenever we’re in a crisis she refuses giving us the extra help we need. But we always have to reschedule because she has to see someone in a crisis. It’s so damn unfair. We clearly aren’t as important as others, our lives are not important. It makes us quite angry and upset.

We were home alone and ended up cutting our left arm open. It was either that or commit suicide. Simple as that. Do we regret this? Not sure. Did we do enough harm? No. Shouldn’t have stopped when we did. We were switching and one of us stopped, but this struggle of self harm isn’t gone from our minds yet. It’s a fight for survival. Some of us are fighters, others want to die. Can’t even explain how difficult this is. 😔

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We can’t do this anymore. Life is too hard. Dying seems so peaceful. No more pain.

Need to email our therapist about this, but we don’t think she will care much. She never does. If something goes well she is really nice, but if we’re suicidal she doesn’t want to help us. Guess that should be a good thing, because she won’t try to stop us.

Too many bad memories and nightmares. Voices have won. So have the shadows and the creepy crawlers under our skin. We know what we’re going to do, what we have to do. It’s really inconvinient that we’re living with our parents though.

Don’t know how to ask for help. And we need a lot of help to get through this. It’s a losing battle, most likely.

Sorry for this negative post, but we’re completely broken.

✤ Christmas ✤

What a week it has been. Not in a good way. It’s Christmas now, but it all just feels ‘wrong’.

Last week We went to our creative therapy sessions on Tuesday and Wednesday. We were way too restless to focus on anything. Not sure what we actually did.

Thursday we saw our orthopedist about our right ankle. He set up an appointment for us with a specialist on February 16. Going to be a long wait with this constant pain. They might have to do surgery, but we’ll hear about that later.

Friday we had therapy. Wasn’t a good session, we were too scared to show her what’s been going on and only answered some questions. She said she noticed that our depression has gotten worse.

Last night our whole family got together with presents and stuff. We do this every year. This year it was very difficult. Too busy, too much noise. It was so overwhelming and we were going crazy. Drank quite a lot to try to calm down. Didn’t help. (More about alcohol in another post).

Actually did sleep okay. But we didn’t want to get up. Mom made a big breakfast, which was really nice, but we don’t like to be forced to eat so much after just waking up. Got through it.

Did some diamond painting, tried to read a bit. Slow, long day. Big dinner also today. I feel like a damn stuffed pig, ugh. After that just watched tv and trying to get some sleep now, but we’re very anxious and restless. Might try to write first.

No clue what we are going to do tomorrow. Stressful.

🚺 Ivy

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My uncle & aunt asked everyone in their families to come over at 20:00 last week. The results of my aunt her bone scan were good, so that was a big relief. Especially since an asshole doctor told my uncle & aunt that my aunt has bone cancer, he just ‘knew’ it. So they were extremely scared that the doctors would say that they can do nothing more for her. Bullshit. Pisses me off big time.

Then they told us that my aunt will start with chemotherapy again, but now she gets tablets that she can take at home, so she won’t have to go to he hospital so often. She can do this at home. And she won’t lose her hair again, so happy about that, because I know how much she hated that.

Unfortunately she got so sick from the chemo pills and belly fluid that she is now forced to stop taking those pills. She was admitted to hospital again this week for a night. They put a frain in her belly and put her on iv fluids because she was dehydrated. Shés been so sick lately, it hurts me to see her like this. The chemotherapy is only going to stop the cancer from growing and moving. Unfortunately they can’t ‘cure’ her anymore.  She migh live for another 5 years, but it can also be 15 years. The doctors did say that we shouldn’t hope for 20 years. Which hit me hard.

My aunt is quite ‘nomal’ under all this news. She’s going to give this a ago. But it’s pretty obviouss that if this iv chemo doesn’t work, she might want to stop fighting and see how long she’ll be alive.

I’m struggling so much now. I know it’s not important how I feel, but damn, this is hard. I want to cry so badly to relief some stress, but I can’t because of my meds I guess. So I’m freaking out here now, my head is absolutely killing me. I might end up doing something self-destructive if I dissociate. Which I’m scared of. I can’t control my thoughts & voices.

Well, last night I screwed up, I cut again.

I think I’m losing my mind.

I just need to write this down.

  • I hear voices 24/7. They’re not nice. They torment me & make me want to hurt or even kill myself. Every. Single. Day.
  • I (apparently) see things that aren’t real, which is happening more often. Don’t like it.
  • Psychotic depression is slowly crawling back into my life. I’m really scared about this. Everyone is saying I should be happy etc. but I’m just getting too depressed to even care.
  • I’m still constantly being followed by the shadows. Somehow they have put bugs under my skin. Must have happened when I was asleep. I knew I shouldn’t sleep, that they would get to me, but I was exhausted. Now I can mostly feel them in my fingertips right now & there’s barely any skin left because I’m trying to get them out. I also cut patterns on my arm in an attempt to catch the bugs long enough so I can cut them out of my body.
  •  I’m dissociating more often as well. I hate it when this happens & scares the shit out of me. Afterwards I always praying I haven’t done too much damage.
  • The nightmares won’t stop. It’s making me exhausted.
  • I’m finding it extremely hard to deal with my emotions in a proper way.
  • PTSD is kicking my ass. Makes me suicidal. I’m too broken.