Thank you. Sorry it stopped working for you x
Oh dear! I guess it’s worth it if it works though. I’d rather be asleep than dealing with voices and not being able to sleep.
I think the Haloparidol is helping with the voices. But the sedation is awful. i FEEL LIKE I did when I was on quetiapine. I’m on split dose morning and night.
Anyone been on 10mg and know how long the sedation lasts for?
Struggling win dissociation. I think I, getting on staffs nerves. I keep trying to leave. I don’t mean to. I’m just scared,
I know it won’t solve any problems and I am trying my best I promise.
I feel so out of control with it that I don’t know what to do. I’m eating as much as I can manage but I know it’s not enough. It’s a combination of being scared of weight gain, voices and visual hallucinations making my food look disgusting, as well as depression and general lack of appetitie.
The staff help as m uch as they can. I talk to them about it and they encourage me to eat and such. But it’s not an ED ward so what they can do is limited.
Thank you for such a lovely message x
WHAT?! That’s ridiculously low! What are they on about? That’s so far below underweight and even the anorexia criteria you’re normally on bed rest at that point! ASSHOLE ANON
Thanks… Just the validation I was looking for.
I hope you understand sarcasm.
Weight does not define how much someone struggles.
I kind of want to answer to get some validation that it’s low enough and I don’t need to lose more. But that’s attention seeking and stupid.
I’ve received a lot of these, though most just ask my weight not make kind comments like you.
I don’t know if I should answer. I don’t want to trigger anyone.
She still has it but doesn’t use it.
Tied a ligature,
A and e
One to one obs.
Ruined my girlfriends birthday.
Horrid evil bitch
Just let me die
Because I can’t cope anymore.
I dissociated and took an overdose trying to poison the evil out of myself. It didn’t work, it’s still there bubbling and brewing and I’m scared I’m going to hurt someone or myself badly.
The visions are getting more graphic. His words are clearer. The dissociation is bad. I can’t be trusted by myself.
I don’t want to die but I don’t want to live like this. I feel death is my only way out but I’m desperately trying to find another way.
I’m losing sense of time and space. I don’t know where I am or when it is or why I’m doing what I’m doing. I’m existing in fear, constantly on edge.
There are people a lot sicker than me so I feel bad for taking up a bed, but it’s that or die. So I guess I don’t re ally have any other options. I feel like I’m not sick enough to deserve help though. There’s too much evil inside me.