TW: suicide, depression
It’s been a wild few months and things haven’t necessarily gone according to plan. I had been diagnosed with Bipolar II Disorder for about two years now and I have been struggling to find the right medication. Along with trying to find the right medication I have been going to therapy regularly and trying to do L.I. (Lifespan Integration Therapy). Work had been stressful and I was falling behind. Home life was practically nonexistent and I felt like there just wasn’t enough of me to go around. Life hit me in the face. Hard.
I fell apart. I ran out of medication because I was too busy at work and kept forgetting to renew it. Work was consuming every aspect of my life and I broke down. I had this obsessive thought that I wasn’t doing enough. That I wasn’t enough. I was losing control of everything and I was starting to have suicidal thoughts. At first it was just an annoying buzzing, but eventually it was all I could hear.
All the good in my life was over clouded with thoughts of failure and darkness. Finally the thoughts were so powerful and I felt like there was no way out. I tried to end my life again, but my husband intervened and called the police. Now, this wasn’t the first time that I have had the police called on me, but this was definitely the most serious event. This time I didn’t have a choice, I was taken to the ER.
The ER experience was terrible. They wouldn’t tell me what was going on and they wouldn’t let me see my husband. I was hooked up to so many wires and it was all so overwhelming and confusing. To be honest I don’t remember most of what happened that night. I only remember bits and pieces. After being at the ER for five hours I was told I was going to a Behavioral Unit (BU).
Oh my goodness, I had never been so scared in my life. They took me in another ambulance and were driving me to the BU when all of a sudden the driver slams on the breaks because he almost hit a dear. So here I am strapped down, terrified, and slightly injured from the sudden stop. I would not wish this experience on anyone.
When I finally arrived at the BU they made me change my clothes again and they took everything away from me. I couldn’t have anything of mine. I couldn’t have my earrings, nose ring, jacket, or shoes. It was a very odd feeling.
I’m not going to write about my stay in the BU in this piece. It is something that I will save for another time. I will say that the therapists, social workers, and nurses were very helpful in my case. It wasn’t easy at all and it was very lonely. I did get to call home and talk to my husband which helped me through the process. I chose to leave early despite the therapists’ suggestions. Sometimes I regret my choice and wonder if I would have benefited more if I had stayed longer.
Although things are not perfect and I am still struggling to feel like I am enough for this world, I can say that the buzzing has been minimal. I still hear it, but it is not consuming me. I am glad I am still here, and I hope that I can continue to feel that way. I don’t know if time will ever make me feel better, but I can hope that it will.
~Kymberlee
Love you!!! Keep on pushing-you’re amazing!
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You are amazing and so strong! Thank you for sharing. You write so beautifully about the hardships you’ve enduring and are enduring. Keep it up!
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You write so beautifully about the hardships you’ve endured and are enduring.* whoopsies!
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I can relate to this so very much sadly.. I’m sending you so much love.
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I salute you for sharing your recovery journey. I had a bad tear in my knee two years ago and it kept me from working or exercising. I’m a freelancer so no work no money. This injury caused men all sorts of issues in my relationship. I was fat and I was broke and my man wasn’t pleased with either. It wrecked havoc on my self-esteem. However, I eventually realized that I had to give my body time to heal and that I could allow outside pressures to make me push myself prematurely. It took me over a year to head but I got there. You’ll get there too. ❤️
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Thank you. I love you!
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Way to be a voice Kymberlee! Glad you made it through… Here to encourage and support -reach out anytime… http://www.suicidenotmyheart.wordpress.com
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