I find this embarrassing talk about, and I’m sorry if I go on and waffle.
So i’ve been self harming for about six months, maybe longer, I’m not sure, the last couple of months have sort of blurred into each other. I’ve always had serious issues with guilt and anxiety (and paranoia that comes with the anxiety) I was put on propranolol about a year and a half ago when I was finally pushed by my then boyfriend to seek help. I used to get paranoid about things I’d done when I was a child, and I felt guilty about everything I’d say and do. I had problems with social situations/places with lots of strangers. I couldn’t get on public transport without the intense feeling that I was going to die. But I could function relatively normally without too many panic attacks whilst taking Propranolol.
I used to have really fluctuating moods. About once every two months or so I’d become so hysterical i wouldn’t be able to leave the house and I’d just sleep for days in a row. But I had the support of my boyfriend, and when I was fine, I was good. So I just shoved all the bad feelings under the carpet, the intense bouts of sadness were fleeting and it was really easy to think it was normal, I just assumed everyone else went through the same sort of thing.
The end of august I split up with my boyfriend, we’d been together for about 5 years. I think the change just pushed me over the edge that I’d been teetering on for a while.
I was put on Citalopram, but around Christmas I just stopped taking them. I keep self-sabotaging myself, which is so stupid, but I’m like a broken record.
My parents know about it. But I feel so guilty divulging anything because I know how worried they become which makes me feel so selfish and self indulgent and it’s cyclic because the more they worry the worse I feel.
So I stopped telling them anything, and they think I’m getting better. so here I am. The self harming has gradually gotten worse and I’ve stopped seeing my doctor, which was easy, as i'm sort of in limbo with doctors at the moment, because of university. The self loathing has gotten so bad that I don’t get dressed or leave my room. I don’t tell my friends anything because i hate the thought of them looking at me differently. I found after telling my parents they were picking and choosing what they said to me very carefully, and would always gauge my reaction.
Half of me wants help, and wants to listen, but the other half just wants to pretend that there’s nothing wrong so that I can just carry on like normal. I feel really isolated, and so angry with myself.
When I went to the doctor a year and a bit ago I was put on a waiting list for therapy on the nhs, and it’s taken so long to come through, that it’s only just become available, which seems good now because I’ve gotten worse instead of better, but I’m also really scared for some reason? I feel like I don’t deserve it, I wish I could give it to someone who really needs it. but it’s on Monday.
I don’t really have a point, and again I’m sorry for going on, but it feels good to get this off my chest seeing as i've never really told anyone properly before. Being anonymous also really helps : )
thanks