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i have a lot on my chest and have no one to tell, so i just want to shout into the void. everything i have to say is shameful and terrible, so i understand if no one responds. i don’t expect anyone to, i am used to being ignored.
on thursday, my social worker came to my house to drag me to the imh emergency room, after which i was admitted there for the fifth time (sixth admission if i include general hospitals). i remember my first time there, when i was scared to hear others had been there three or four times. this time i was the person who had been there a lot, the person in and out of hospitals, the revolving door patient.
i was physically and verbally abused my entire childhood. i’ve been sexually assaulted. i went through all of this just for the doctor in the ward to casually tell me to “stop being so sensitive” and to “stop wearing my heart on my sleeve and have crocodile skin”. thanks, i didn’t think of that. being a woman in and out of psych wards i’ve been labelled a borderline by many doctors, and while i admit it might be accurate to an extent, it’s a sucky label to have. i could see the scorn in that doctor’s eyes, and i know that’s how people see me. as an attention-seeking, crazy person that’s beyond help. and honestly, that really is what i am.
i know i overreact to situations. i know i should get over it and be ok with my family because i haven’t been abused for the past two or three years. i know a lot of professionals have tried to help me and found no success. but i genuinely have tried everything. meds, several therapists, counsellors, family work, social workers, everything. nothing works. it’s only been getting worse and worse. i’ve even been turned away by counsellors and emergency rooms because i’m too much and too complicated, and nothing can be done.
people keep telling me to keep trying, but no one has a solution. i used to believe i could get better, maybe even help other people. but there genuinely is nothing that can be done. people used to get worried when i said i was in hospital, now people just ask “again?” my friends don’t care or respond to me, and it’s not like i’m asking them for help or anything, just companionship. i’m careful about every word i say and everything i do because i know i’m too much and i do everything i can not to be.
i am impossible to help, and no one cares. i don’t care. i’m in pain and i cannot keep pushing through this miserable life. all i am is a burden on my social workers, the other professionals i see, my family, my friends, everyone. all this time i’ve made an effort to stay alive, but i don’t see the point anymore. this time when i felt a crisis coming, i reached out to my social worker. but i honestly don’t think i will do that or go for my appointments anymore. because my life genuinely is a mistake and a burden on society.
i know all the hotlines and i know to go to an emergency room if im in crisis. i don’t need to be reminded of that. but if the message i’m getting over and over again is that my life is worthless, why should i bother trying? i know i will not live much longer, and i’ve made my peace with that. not today or tomorrow, but soon. i guess this is my one final try at trying to see if at least strangers might care for a second. but honestly, not to guilt trip anyone or be attention-seeking, i really don’t think anyone will.