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I don’t even know where to start…

I haven’t posted in a really long time, and I apologize. There is a reason, and I’m going to do my best to fill you in. I hope I can get the whole thing out.

My stalker had come back. Mostly, he just followed me, but he did approach me once while I was sitting on the front porch at my house. Then on the night of October 15th, I needed to go get my mother gas before she went to work the next day, and I had put it off because I wasn’t able to sleep anyways. At about 3 AM, I took her car to the gas station, filled up her tank, and went inside to get a soda and a snack. He was there. He had followed me, even though I was in my mother’s car, and he had come inside the store, for whatever reason. To scare me, I guess.

I had finally had it. It was like a switch flipped inside my brain. I was done. My mother would be leaving for work 6 hours later. That is what I remember thinking. I don’t really remember leaving the gas station or going home. I do remember being at home and waiting for the sun to come up, then waiting for mom to wake up, then waiting for her to leave. Five pills at a time, I started to take an overdose of one of my medications. I emptied the bottle. Then I just sat on my porch, smoking cigarettes, waiting and thinking.

It was the thinking that got me. I started thinking about my friends.

I called for an ambulance. The firefighters got here first and took a set of vitals and all that jazz. My blood pressure was low and my pulse was high. By the time the ambulance got here, they were even lower and higher respectively. I was able to walk to the stretcher, with some assistance, and they didn’t stick around the house very long. I was taken to the hospital with lights and sirens going.

I ended up being in the ER for 24 hours and slept pretty much the whole time. I was transported to the psychiatric hospital the next day, in the morning. I ended up being there for 5 days, that time. When I was discharged, I started PHP again, and 3 days later ended up going back to inpatient. I was kept for 9 days before being discharged again and started PHP again. This time, I lasted for a week before I had to go back to the hospital. (In the middle of all of this, I dropped the class I was taking this semester. I hadn’t been since before the suicide attempt, and was too far behind.) The doctor there kept me for 12 days that time.

I’m still out of the hospital, a week and a half now. I did have a manic episode hit me after leaving the hospital, and the doctor at PHP (who happens to be the same doctor I saw in the hospital) made an adjustment last week. She basically told me to stop taking one of the antidepressants. I feel like I am coming down from that, so now we wait and see how far down I go.

And that is all I am going to be able to manage tonight… I do really hope you continue coming back.

Please let this not be real…

I don’t want this to be real. I can’t really go into detail. Except that I took a Thorazine, and now I am waiting to see if it is real or not. The Thorazine always works, if it is psychosis, paranoia or hallucinations, so I have no doubt that if that is the case this time, it will take care of it. And if that is not the case this time, we will soon know. And we will probably soon be freaking out.

I’ve been having nightmares and dissociating for a few days now. I wasn’t sure why, and then I really started noticing things. I think my brain had been subconsciously noticing them since Friday, which is kind of when the dissociation started getting bad again. I barely spoke at PHP today, barely slept last night from the nightmares, didn’t sleep the night before and was in the ER for self-harm again. This time, it happened while I was dissociated.

I’m having such a hard time staying present right now. My brain keeps trying to go away. It’s just after 1 a.m., I should be in bed, but I am terrified of having more nightmares tonight. I don’t want to sleep. I’m scared to sleep. What if what is outside tries to come inside?

I took the Thorazine 20 minutes ago, and it is still there. It hasn’t budged, faded or otherwise shown any sign of being affected by the medicine. I’m gonna give a little longer to work before I officially freak the **** out, but I am headed that direction at this point…

And I spaced out…

I started this blog at 1 a.m., it is now 1:40 a.m. Where has the time gone? Nevermind, I know where it’s gone… into the abyss of dissociation because I am triggered beyond belief. I took the Thorazine right before starting to write this, right at about 1 a.m., so now 40 minutes ago, and it is still there. I guess it is really there, no matter how much I want it to be psychosis.

Now to just not have a panic attack. Thing is, this is completely logical, reasonable, and possible. The likelihood is not entirely known, but it is possible. It has happened, and been repeated, before, it’s just been a while. That’s why the likelihood is up in the air. Could it really be happening again? After this much time?


Aww, dammit… I guess that’s enough trying to not say it because I don’t want to scare my friends that read this. I’m not going to be able to sleep anyway, so saying it isn’t going to make my night any worse than it already it. I’m already having massive urges for self-harm and passive/semi-active suicidal thoughts (not planning on doing anything tonight, don’t worry, and I have PHP tomorrow morning).

So, a little history…  I was in an abusive relationship around 20 years ago. The abuse was horrendous and included mental, physical, and sexual abuse. The relationship happened over the summer and ended around this time of year. After it ended, he stalked me for some time and would have some of his friends also follow me around when he couldn’t or to make me think he wasn’t there or something. Then he stopped stalking me, for a couple years. All of a sudden, he was back, two years later, and he had people following me again, also. And so it happened, every now and then, I would get stalked for a few weeks to a couple months and then it would just stop. There would be no telling when or if they would start up again. It’s been about 8 years or so since they last followed me. Usually, it’s around the end of the school year or this time of year when it happens, both of which are significant.

So, I noticed this morning on the way to PHP that there was a car behind me the entire way. Out of habit, I lost them with a few quick turns in a neighborhood, because they weren’t too close behind, before pulling into PHP. It’s sad that after 8 years, I still remember my instincts… The reason I took the Thorazine tonight… the same car is sitting parked across the street, a few houses down. I don’t see anyone in it, but I had to be sure that the car itself was real. Well, now I know.

I don’t know if I can handle another round of this… I thought I was done with this. It had been 8 years, why now?