Thoughts we speak not of…

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I decided I wanted to write about those “thoughts” most of us have, but we never speak of, say them out loud. One reason I am sure is fear and shame. Who would comprehend these types of thoughts. Who could we open up to about these thoughts and not judge us, or look at us like we are “crazy”? I am only going to mention a few, because there are plenty. I am doing this so others can see/realize they are not the only ones who think like this. And there should be no fear or shame for thinking these things. They are just thoughts, not actions. We do not act upon them (for the most part). I also think we have these thoughts because we have such vivid imaginations, it is difficult not to. So, today I am going to share my “disturbing” thoughts with you.

I will start with thoughts I had as a teenager. I thought everyone was watching me all the time. Like ALL eyes were always on me. It felt really uncomfortable. Sometimes, I could handle it, other times, I couldn’t. Like while in crowds, it felt like EVERYONE was watching my every move and/or talking about me. Judging me, laughing at me. Thankfully, I ‘grew’ out of that. That lasted a couple of years, and it kind of just went away.

Another thing I always thought of was when I was in bed trying to go to sleep. I would imagine an intruder (murderer) breaking in the house, I would wonder how I would hide, where I would hide so he could not see me and kill me. I would wonder which rooms he would go into first, I would wonder if my parents would get shot while sleeping. Things along this line of thinking happened often. I did not feel safe in my home, I was terrified. This, I also eventually ‘grew’ out of. It happens every now and then, but not as often as before.

Now the following I have always thought of, as a teenager and to this day. Sometimes I hate having such a vivid imagination!

The latest one is seeing myself in the bathtub, slit wrists, tub full of blood and I am slowly dying as the blood oozes out of my arms. As my hair dances in the water, I just kind of float there, staring up, slowly dying… peacefully. Feeling all of my worries, concerns and fears oozing out along with my blood. (This one I was actually planning on doing, I was really feeling it, almost ready to do it, then I confessed this to my husband and that is why he decided to take FMLA to stay with me).

Other times I see myself hanging from a rafter or beam. Just hanging there, lifeless. I have searched around the house for something like this just in case I were to decide to do this. Thankfully there is nothing in this house I could hang myself from.

Another one is when I am in a vehicle, I see the car hitting something and me flying out of the front windshield, colliding and bouncing on the pavement, bloody, body parts here and there. I am still alive, I see myself standing there and an angel next to me, staring down at my bloody, disfigured body, slowly dying. I am not in any pain as I slowly drift off into an eternal deep sleep.

This one I do not think of often, I think it is the most disturbing of all. I think of pouring gasoline all over my body and lighting myself on fire.

Sometimes I think of bashing my head in the mirror, over and over, until I see enough blood to satisfy my need to see my blood pouring down my face.

Other times I imagine myself in a public location and a gunman shooting everyone in sight, including me.

Another one is me jumping off a tall building, plummeting to my death.

The overdosing on pills I no longer think of, because I have tried that one many times and the outcome was not fun at all. I also tried the gun thing and was not successful. I could not do it…. thankfully.

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I guess the worse part of all of this, is that I can so VIVIDLY see it happening. Like watching a movie, they seem so real.

And the last one I will write is me at night hoping, wishing not to wake up. (I think that is a popular one among us, along with the ‘just disappearing”). The sad part is I think this even when things are going well. I wonder, why would I not want to wake up when things are okay, when I am feeling good and ‘happy’? It does not make any sense to me.

Seems these thoughts have become second nature. They just pop in when they want to. When they pop in and stay for a while, I try to distract myself so as not to think of them. We can control our thoughts. I know this. But I am 38 years old and have been thinking like this for so long, it is not an easy task to do. But I know it can be done, and when that day comes… well I can’t wait until that day comes, where I will no longer think or imagine these things. Or I can get rid of them the second I start thinking of them.

Until then, I will take it day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute to even second by second, if and when I have to. I will do what I can to stay alive. To keep fighting. I will keep struggling. To spread hope. To help others like me realize that they are not alone. There are many like us.

I am staying alive for myself and for others. You, my family, my friends, strangers, everyone. If I make a difference in one life, if I can save just one life, than I have served my purpose. Hopefully I will save many…

Until then keep hope alive! Much love and peace ~Bekr

 

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UPDATE to last post

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UPDATE to last post:

I did not end up getting hospitalized. My husband took FMLA to stay with me and watch after me. I have been taking my medications as prescribed. I am not really feeling any better. The house has not been cleaned in over 1 month. I did manage to clean the bathrooms, because ewwwww. :) I have lost interest in most things. I stay in bed most of the time. I go 3 days without a shower. I don’t eat much. My husband does eventually force me to eat and shower. I have been wanting to write this post forever, but have not had the energy. It feels like all of my energy has been zapped out of me. I feel like a puppet hanging on the side of the door. I do not find amusement in anything anymore. I am just here. Every now and then, yes, I will laugh here and there and feel “human”, but otherwise I feel like a waste of space. I don’t feel useless though. I have not lost all hope, but it seems to be slowly fading away. A good thing is that I have not self harmed in the form of cutting or burning. I have had piercings, which has been my own form of self harm. That is what has kept me from cutting and/or burning or anything else.

My husband is doing the best he can, but I am not making it easy for him. I do appreciate him doing this for me very much. He is my angel.

I know what I need to do to get better, but doing it is another story. Getting the energy and motivation to do what I need to do seems impossible, although I know how easy it is. I could just force myself to do things, which I have. I have done the laundry, and other things. I just need to keep forcing myself to do things until I get back into a ‘normal’ routine. So easy, yet so difficult. I am sure most of you know this.

It’s Time

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History: I completely stopped my medications against doctors advice in February. I titrated off of them, so as not to get too many withdrawal symptoms. I was good for about 3-4 weeks. Then things started going downhill. My mind was not well. So my husband and family decided to fly my sister in to watch me for 2 weeks. So she came over, I was ‘okay’ for the most part. We had a great time, then she left. It has been pretty bad. My thoughts, my ideas. I made a ‘plan’ to kill myself. The intent was there at one point, but not as much anymore. I decided to tell my husband about the “plan” a few nights ago. He then decided to take Family Medical Leave to look after me. It has been 3 days, and I just realized I am not getting any better like this. I know my husbands intentions were well, but he cannot help me the way I need help.

Current Situation: I have not cleaned the house for 3 weeks, which is the longest I have ever gone without cleaning up. And I really don’t care, nor have the energy to clean. I have NO energy to do anything. I have had to force myself to do laundry every few days. I have not cooked, my husband has been cooking or buying fast food. I finally took a shower today after 3 days. I wore the same tank top and pj bottoms for 3 days. I did not leave the house, I basically stayed in bed and slept. When I was/am awake I was/am on the sofa. I don’t want to do anything, I find pleasure in nothing. I am just completely depressed and numb.

We moved here last November and I have a new psychiatrist and therapist, which of neither I really like. Long story short my therapist told me him and my psychiatrist thought I committed suicide. So, as he tells me this, I am thinking, if they thought I did this, why did they not take 2 minutes to call to make sure I was alive. I realize they have lots of patients, but seriously?? Am I wrong for thinking this? I do not want to see a therapist that does not give a shit whether I live or die. Plus, I think I pissed my psychiatrist off by stopping the medications and he has given up on me. Again, what good would it do seeing a doctor that has already given up on you. And that is why I have not gone to see either of them. I did see my psychiatrist to start new meds, he put me on the same meds and added Zoloft and basically told me there was nothing he could for me.

Sooo, the VA Hospital here is not open yet. I will be going to the Air Base Hospital tomorrow and see what they decide there, to send me to a civilian hospital (psych ward) or what.

It is time. I had hoped it would pass, but it hasn’t, and it is not getting any better. And like I wrote months ago, this is what I said I would do. If I did not get any better, I would go to the hospital.

Don’t get me wrong, I have been in and out of psych wards a million times, I know how they are and what they are about. Some of them don’t really help at all, they are like holding cells, but they keep me alive, and that is a good thing. I have not been to one in 4 years or so, which is a record for me, considering I was committed at least twice a year before 2009. I hate having my freedom taken away from me, but hey, it needs to be done.

I’ll be sure to bring a notebook and pen/pencil to write down ‘the happenings’ of my hospitalization :)

Much love everyone!!

I am a Lucky Woman

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I confessed to my husband last night about how I planned on doing ‘it’. My suicide plan. I did not want to really tell him, or anyone for that matter. But it was brought up and he begged me to tell him, so I did. I guess I scared the shit out of him because he decided he was going to take Family and Medical Leave Act (FMLA) for 2 weeks to look after me. I asked him “what about the bills?” He replied “You are more important.” I love this man so much and I am extremely lucky to have him in my life. We were truly meant to be. It is amazing that we crossed paths again at the time we did. We we ready for each other.

I could go on and on about how perfect we are for each other, but I won’t do that. Yes, things are not always wonderful, but they are good. We do have bad days, and they are pretty rough, but we always make it through.

So I am just hoping things will work out and we will find a way to get the bills paid, and work on getting me ‘better’, more on an even keel. I have been back on medications for 2 weeks now, they seem to be working… well… sort of. They do take a while to get back in the system to start working. I do need to stop drinking. I have been doing that a couple of times during the week, and I know alcohol messes with the medications.

So here is to new beginnings and never giving up hope.

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My Loving Husband

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My husband has been paying attention to what I have been trying to do on here (Facebook) to raise money, has seen all the tears I have tried to hide from him when crying from the negative and cruel responses I have received on here and he created a ‘donor’ page for me.

All the information is in the link. If you cannot contribute, would you please mind sharing, maybe someone else can.

Thank you so very much!

http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/let-s-help-bekr

It’s Alive! :)

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The sound is not in sync with my talking… sorry about that, I do not know how to fix it. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy :)

If you want to see more of my videos, look to the right and there is a link to my You Tube channel. Much love!

TRIGGER WARNING: EXTREME LANGUAGE

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Rage

Fury
Hatred
Death
Kill
Burn
Maim
Blind
Red
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sooo,

UPDATE: I did type more on here, but it did not go through on my stupid phone. I basically wrote that my husband was setting me off. I wanted to hurt him with words, cruel mean words. And that is not something I would normally do. So I stepped away from him. ANYWAY, I took a bubble bath, listened to relaxing music and talked to my sister. I am better now. :)