Life is not good with me.
At present I am posting from the PatientLine system above my hospital bed. I have taken an overdose. The second one is 48 hours. I discharged myself against medical advice on Saturday morning whilst still tachycardic and then was readmitted last night after taking more tablets.
I cannot cope with my life anymore. The boyfriend and I are no longer. I don’t want to go into details as I know a lot of you know who he is, but suffice to say I haven’t taken it well. He was perfectly pleasant about it, I just turned into a borderline bitch. I feel once again as if I am on my own. We have agreed to stay friends, indeed I am going to go up and see him late next week, but I’m not sure how painful I will find that. I truly loved him. More than I have loved anyone in my life. And it’s hard to get over that, but I am sure I will.
I am scheduled for more chemo tomorrow but at present they’re not sure whether I’ll be well enough or not. Part of me hopes I’m not. They’re keeping me in ’till at least early afternoon and getting a psych SHO to assess me. I don’t need a psych assessment I know why I did it. I am a borderline cow who reacts badly to every situation and her response to everything bad that happens is to overdose or cut herself.
I am now resigned to being borderline all my life. I missed an appointment with my psych last week because I went out drinking after school. I was quite drunk when she rang me out of concern at half six. However, I sent her an email and decided to be honest with her. it’s copied under the cut.