Mental Health Post - Read with Caution.
There won’t be any official weigh-in for June. My weight at my last Dr’s visit was 307 and that was about a week ago. The truth is, I had a sort of breakdown. I was exhausted, I wasn’t sleeping hardly at all. I started having bad thoughts, none of which I will share here. I had those thoughts for about a week before I told anyone, and that was when I was truly at the end of what I could stand.
I told my husband the thoughts I was having, suicidal and thoughts of harming myself. I honestly don’t know how I made it through a week with these thoughts contradicting everything. My anxiety was the highest its ever been.
I felt hopeless and helpless and I felt constantly attacked.
My husband came with me to my doctor’s appointments, first to my counselor who helped me feel a little better and while she knew how I hate being on the truck with my husband knew that I needed to be with someone until my doctor could look at my medicines and make a switch.
I was terrified that whole day, because I was worried my doctor would force me to go to the hospital which is something I definitely didn’t want to do. There was an overwhelming fear of being taken against my will and being put in a place that had none of my comforts or coping mechanisms and doctors I didn’t know making judgements about my health without listening to me and what I wanted.
That appointment went just as I feared it would. I felt pressured even by my husband to go to the hospital I had no support from anyone. I understand that 99% of the people that go in thinking the same bad thoughts I did need to be hospitalized to be protected, but I didn’t. I was absolutely exhausted mentally and physically so when I had a dr, nurse, and spouse, pressuring me to go to the ER I said yes.
My husband started driving me there after we called and let my Mom and Sister know what was going on and it was immediate as soon as we left the parking lot I knew it was wrong. I started panicking, I wanted to get out of the car, I wanted to be home where I was safe. He wouldn’t listen, he drove me all the way to the ER with me having a panic attack and begging him with everything I had not to make me go.
I was willing to do anything but go to the hospital.
We ended up having my mom and sister come down the next day to stay with me for several days.
I was fine that night, I was still having thoughts but I was home and safe. I was honest about every thought that ran through my brain.
The nurse called the next morning after my mom and sister pretty much turned onto my street. The call was very aggressive, and not at all understanding and despite me telling her that I would have 24 hr attention until we could figure out my medicine situation she sent EMS and a cop to my house.
I was having another panic attack by the time my family arrived and what had been an okay morning turned into one of the worst days of my life.
My husband talked to the cop, someone local that he knew and the EMS came and I had to make myself calm enough to answer their questions. They declared that I was in my right mind and could not force me to go with them but they still made me go to the hospital this time driven by my mom and sister. My husband left to go to work, he had stayed several days longer and we couldn’t afford for him to stay any longer.
I have never been more afraid. They took me to the ER and I was forced to go into a room, it was white extremely bare with 2 chairs a large window for a tech to look in on me every 15 minutes. It had a single bed which wasn’t plugged in so I could even raise it to get any sort of comfort, it had 1 pillow and no bedding. My family came in the room with me, a nurse came in asked me questions then I was told they needed a urine sample, and to take several viles of blood to see if there was some chemical problem. They took everything from me, I was forced to put on a pair of paper scrubs, that didn’t fit. The tech ended up letting me wear my jeans but I had to wear and extremely tight and restricted paper shirt that made me feel exposed. Then they took my jewelry, which I’ve come to wear like armour. Then I wasn’t even allowed my phone, I could do nothing but sit on the bed and look around the room. There was even a camera recording and probably listening to everything that was said. I had no privacy, which I understand is the point but I felt like an animal without dignity or respect.
My anxiety was completely high the hold time I was there. A counselor came in to evaluate me and basically told me what I wanted didn’t matter and he was going to listen to my doctor. I thought my family would support me, knowing that I wanted to go home but they didn’t and I felt even more hopeless then when I first went in. I never told anyone but the thoughts got worse after that, I didn’t trust my family. I didn’t trust anyone but myself and God. Who I prayed to without every thought and breath after the counselor left, I sat down in a corner and prayed. I knew that it was wrong and I prayed that they would see that somehow and let me go home.
I was released a couple hours later, the counselor talked to my doctor and got me an appointment for the next day which I HAD to go too. He was really upset, I could tell. He absolutely wanted me to stay, but they had no real reason to hold me. I was very concise about not wanting to be there, and concise that despite the bad thoughts I was having that I didn’t want to hurt or kill myself.
So, I went home. We packed and for the next several days I stayed at my parents house under 24hr observation. This week I ended up able to go home for about 2 days and now I’m on vacation with them.
My anxiety is high again but I’m not having bad thoughts. I’m just trying to stay away from all of my relatives that give me anxiety and stress. I was doing good with a schedule of sleeping. Taking my medicine at 10 and going to sleep by 11. Something that while I was at my mom’s house she was super supportive, but now its like she’s completely forgotten. So now I’m here in a situation that is taking all my strength and energy to get through and I haven’t seen my husband since that day at the hospital and he got to see our friends and their baby over the weekend and I haven’t been able to talk to him much and I miss him desperately. He’s the only person I want to see and hug and kiss and just sit and be with. I need his comfort desperately. I need any kind of comfort desperately.
My relatives have a pool and we were swimming in it last night and there were two bats that kept swooping down at us to drink the water. I started panicking again, it was too soon after having the bats in my house. NO ONE believed me that they were bats... My sister didn’t see them apparently and neither did anyone else, they just made me feel crazy. I am not crazy. The only comfort I got was from my 3 year old nephew who swam up and held onto me and kept saying, “It’s okay, please don’t be scared.”
I’m trying with all my might to feel better, right now I’m locked away in the bedroom I’m staying in and typing this post. Earlier I put on headphones and listened to music, I feel so bad that I can’t be better. They don’t know what’s going on with me, and I won’t tell them. Apparently I have a cousin who they believe is bi-polar and they’ve completely cut her out of their lives and talk about her like garbage. I don’t know how to feel about that, but I just don’t like these people.
I haven’t even thought about eating good food, my body is filled with garbage and I need help recommitting to something that I’ve been feeling like it hasn’t been helping. I’ve been putting more thought into carnivore at the very least. Once I’m home I’m hoping that I can get back to a healthy routine and schedule because I’ve been very.. anxious about all the changes we’ve had traveling. I almost felt like I was doing the routine compulsively but I don’t think that’s a good thing.
I’m sorry if what I’ve written upsets anyone, but I have no other outlet. This is something that’s not my fault, but I still blame myself. I am working on so much in my life and I can only thank you for your patience and support.