Fractured self

I’m not quite sure where to start, so I suppose I’ll start with the two posts that I posted on Instagram, although I don’t 100% remember posting them. It all seems like a very vague memory, or a story that someone once told me. It doesn’t feel like something I wrote last night, it clearly was because its on my account and I’m the only one that can access it and the posts make sense to how I feel at the moment.

The first one says – Laying in bed feeling sick and dizzy, anxiety has come and ruled today. I’ve barely eaten, I did what I needed to do but in between my mind just wandered away. This dark passenger is following me and he won’t let go of me…this is is a scary place to be.

The second one says – I feel like a fractured soul. I feel like someone flipped off the switch the my brain and disconnected it from my body. I feel no connection. Sometimes I question if what I’m doing is even real, if my life is even real. Just watching myself in my life. I feel like a ghost.

In one regard I love these pictures and what I’ve written because, its raw and its real. But I feel no connection to the posts, even though I know I wrote it, I feel like someone else did.

I also woke up with tiny cuts on the back of my hand, I have no memory of doing them either. Its pretty scary not being aware of what’s happening and then being aware and stuff has happened. Even sat here writing this I just keep spacing out, I can feel myself doing it but I can’t stop it.

I found this picture on my phone too from last night IMG_5992 I don’t remember saving this to my phone, but it describes how I feel quite well.

I feel sad, anxious and disconnected, I don’t know if I can fix it.

I’ve dropped like 2lbs in a few days where I’ve not eaten much, I’m struggling to maintain my weight. What I do eat comes straight back out anyway, the anxiety is messing with my stomach so much, I’ve been taking loperamide (not everyday, just twice since Fri) so that I’m not just shitting everything back out again. The trouble with this is I then don’t really want to eat because I like how I feel when I haven’t eaten anything and when I do eat I feel sick. I ate when my friend came down to stay, it was easier because I didn’t feel too bad and I didn’t want him to see how little I was really eating.

Whys is this all so complex…why does one thing affect everything else? I just want it to stop.

I see my new GP Friday, so see what she says. Will print out my most recent blogs, so I don’t have to really say anything to her. Maybe she’ll send me back the the mental health team, but I’m not overly helpful that they will do anything.

Peace out

Batman

 

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