something-blue
08-19-2010, 01:01 PM
So...uhm, Hi :) I started writing this like three times already today, but Im afraid it wont get any better or more reasonable than this. Maybe this isnt even in the right section, maybe its a rant more than anything else? Anyways, basically I dont know what to do. I mean, I know what to do: get myself into treatment and grow up already, or something like that.
Ive recently found myself in a hosital and once here my body decided to reveal that it is falling appart rather more quickly than what I was hoping for. In fact, even more quickly that what I had planned as my worst case scenario. It turns out that I got to the A&E fast enough and can be stitched back together this time, but that already feels like way more luck than I deserve. My therapist and the staff are suggesting I go to a nearby residential/IP treatment center as soon as I can walk on my own again. Now Im not overly afraid of IP, I dont think its full of evil people trying to sabotage me, I dont feel threatened by someone dictating my daily rhythm, and I dont fear gaining weight (I dont think I would). But excluding school and family my life for the last 7 years has looked a lot like this:
EDNOS - IP - Anorexic - Residential/Psych Ward - Bulimic tendencies - IP - BED - Residential/Group therapy -EDNOS
In between those theres countless hours at the psychiatrist, therapist, group therapy, music therapy, after care, hypnosis (not even kidding) and the odd stay in the nut house. Basically I dont get better...I get differently bad. Still, treatment probably saved my life, once, maybe twice, only that now it seems the price I payed for having my body all fixed and shiny again was for me to get gradually more miserable.
And now Im all grown up and responsible for myself. I dont know who thought that would be a good idea, but it seems to be the case. And for all Im worth I can not see myself going through an entire programme without discharging myself, actually...I dont even think I could make the first week.
Finally, now it seems like I can either go home, try to do as little damage as I can to myself, and wait how long I'll last, or give treatment another try and hope that this time I dont come out only to get worse than I am now, because I dont think I would last very long at all if that were the case.
So...what I was pretty much trying to say with all that rambling was:" AAAAAAaahhhh...i dont know if recovery could ever possibly work for me and im really, really, really, really, really, scared right now".
Right...that was long, sorry :)
Ive recently found myself in a hosital and once here my body decided to reveal that it is falling appart rather more quickly than what I was hoping for. In fact, even more quickly that what I had planned as my worst case scenario. It turns out that I got to the A&E fast enough and can be stitched back together this time, but that already feels like way more luck than I deserve. My therapist and the staff are suggesting I go to a nearby residential/IP treatment center as soon as I can walk on my own again. Now Im not overly afraid of IP, I dont think its full of evil people trying to sabotage me, I dont feel threatened by someone dictating my daily rhythm, and I dont fear gaining weight (I dont think I would). But excluding school and family my life for the last 7 years has looked a lot like this:
EDNOS - IP - Anorexic - Residential/Psych Ward - Bulimic tendencies - IP - BED - Residential/Group therapy -EDNOS
In between those theres countless hours at the psychiatrist, therapist, group therapy, music therapy, after care, hypnosis (not even kidding) and the odd stay in the nut house. Basically I dont get better...I get differently bad. Still, treatment probably saved my life, once, maybe twice, only that now it seems the price I payed for having my body all fixed and shiny again was for me to get gradually more miserable.
And now Im all grown up and responsible for myself. I dont know who thought that would be a good idea, but it seems to be the case. And for all Im worth I can not see myself going through an entire programme without discharging myself, actually...I dont even think I could make the first week.
Finally, now it seems like I can either go home, try to do as little damage as I can to myself, and wait how long I'll last, or give treatment another try and hope that this time I dont come out only to get worse than I am now, because I dont think I would last very long at all if that were the case.
So...what I was pretty much trying to say with all that rambling was:" AAAAAAaahhhh...i dont know if recovery could ever possibly work for me and im really, really, really, really, really, scared right now".
Right...that was long, sorry :)