Tw: suicidal thoughts
I met with my therapist today and I promised her some stuff.
I put all of my meds in my mom’s closet.
This turned out to be a smart move because I am having a bad night.
I’m not exactly sure what would have happened if I had access to all of those meds, but I’m glad the temptation was not there because the urges were.
I’m freaking just miserable.
I feel fat and gross.
I am having a hard time with at least one interpersonal relationship that’s just a mess.
I am struggling with feelings of abandonment.
I have no feelings of self worth.
I just need time to recover.
I don’t know how long that’s going to be, but at least there is a safety plan in place.
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