Il y a des moments où ça va, et heureusement de plus en plus, mais j'ai mes moments noirs, comme celui du dernier billet. En particulier je vis la nuit car le jour m'angoisse. J'ai toujours le crochet pour m'aider à moins penser, cependant; voilà un choker en soie que je destine à ma prof de chant.
There are moments where I'm OK, and luckily they are more and more present, but I have my dark moments too, as last note can attest. In particular, I live at night because the days are making me anxious. I still have crochet to fill up my mind, though. So here is a little silk choker for my singing teacher.
lundi 11 janvier 2016
mardi 5 janvier 2016
English only, as I don't want my parents to worry. I just googled "Haldol lethal dose" and was directed to a site that is all about suicide. That's when I realised I don't want to die, I just want to make a call for help if I'm made to go back to the ESAT on thursday. I know I'm extremely lucky that such facilities exist, and not far from my home, but I can't stand the permanent anxiety. I have been living at night during my whole month of sick leave, as if I was awake during the day I was obsessing about what I'd be doing if I were at the ESAT, then obsessing about my stash of medication or the kitchen knives. Up till now, the fact that what I want is serious help, not death, contained me. But still, I bookmarked that site. What prevents me from acting on my fantasies more than anything else is the fact that I don't want to go to the hospital.