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Someonetired
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- Feb 6, 2020
- 10
Okay sorry guys this post is a mess and i sound like an idiot, and I can't rly express myself well either but what fucking ever.
I'm going fucking insane. This is some of the thoughts I've had for years and years now but I can't say it to anybody, because if I admitted this to the mental health services they would never take me seriously (they're not Giving a fuck about me either way, even when I was begging for help and didn't really want to die.)
for years and years I've only ever felt at peace in hospital, hooked to tubes and machines so my physical body fun at reflected how I felt on the inside. My eating disorder was another way of connecting my mental state to my body, because when I was severely underweight my outside matched my insides, and I felt strangely at peace.Now I'm no longer that underweight (tried to get better yay)and the disconnection between my body and my mind is making me insane. I keep daydreaming of ways I could land myself in hospital, just to get a few hours of peace. I could overdose again, but I'm afraid of ending up in a vegetative state and not being able to off myself for real lol
I could go outside and get hypothermia, but I don't actually think anybody would find me in time, and I Don't want to die yet because I haven't made the right preparations. Thinking about getting black out drunk (I just end up home puking no matter what, seems like my mind is set on getting me home no matter how wasted I am). If I cut myself they just patch me up and send me home. ugh I dont even know why I'm writing this here tbh, this sounds so damn pathetic. I'm so ashamed of this longing for a safe hospital room, this longing of being physically unable to function, when I know that so many people have terrible illnesses and need to be in hospital, hating every bit of them. I feel like a fraud, a faker. But I don't rly have munchausens syndrome either (Ik that's not the correct way of spelling it but I just can't be bothered to look it up rn.) I don't believe I am sick or think everything is a sign of an illness, and I don't pretend to have symptoms I doNot have. I just fucking wish my physical self would reflect how I feel on the inside, and I want a break from having to think, to live, to move or do anything. And I've only ever got that feeling when I've almost died and landed myself In hospital.
I'm going fucking insane. This is some of the thoughts I've had for years and years now but I can't say it to anybody, because if I admitted this to the mental health services they would never take me seriously (they're not Giving a fuck about me either way, even when I was begging for help and didn't really want to die.)
for years and years I've only ever felt at peace in hospital, hooked to tubes and machines so my physical body fun at reflected how I felt on the inside. My eating disorder was another way of connecting my mental state to my body, because when I was severely underweight my outside matched my insides, and I felt strangely at peace.Now I'm no longer that underweight (tried to get better yay)and the disconnection between my body and my mind is making me insane. I keep daydreaming of ways I could land myself in hospital, just to get a few hours of peace. I could overdose again, but I'm afraid of ending up in a vegetative state and not being able to off myself for real lol