I'm putting on weight again after losing lots of it, and I don't seem to be able to find it in myself to care much. I'm abusing laxatives almost daily, stuffing myself constantly, not starving myself like I feel I should be. I spend all my time eating and sleeping and farting about, not working like I ought to be (I've got 2 weeks to write 6,000 words of assessed reports for the final year of my degree, and I'm the proud owner of a complete mental block).
I'm self harming a bit at the moment - cutting with knives, razorblades, glass. Burning with matches and hot metal. I managed to uncover a fat deposit with my knife last week, and it was terrifying, and satisfying, and since then, everything else pales in comparison, but I have been unable to cut deeply again, too frightened - which makes me feel even worse, like a gigantic wimp.
Sometimes I feel like chucking it all in. I'm on fluoxetine 40mg, and seeing a psychiatrist tomorrow, for the first time in about a year. I would've posted this under another name, if the no new members policy had not been operational - instead I guess I get to embarrass myself. Anyway, please don't offer me sympathy or help - ignore everything I just said. I just wanted to vent. Please feel free to use this thread yourselves to a similar end - vent your 'petty' frustrations, your major freak-outs, your life crises...
Sorry, and thanks. |