Category Archives: suicide
Suicide, damn dpression, and statistics
So as the title of the post would suggest, my mood has not picked up as yet and I am sitting in a pit of despair, otherwise known as by bedroom. I have barely left it in weeks and have been spending my days doing my newly acquired hobby: marathon sleeping. I seem to find it difficult to wake up and have been sleeping into the late afternoon and sometimes into the evening, only surfacing to go outside for a cigarette or if my boyfriend provides me with something to eat, he’s nice like that. I feel totally pathetic to tell the truth, I feel like I’m just being lazy but I genuinely cannot seem to wake up, I’m not sure what’s going on but I think that it might be to do with the sodium valproate. When I spoke to the psychiatrist, he said that it may be reacting with the quietiapine I am already taking and making me sleepy so he reduced the quietapine dose but this has had no effect. Honestly, I am on the verge of stopping taking it, it has got that bad. Read the rest of this entry
OK mood, seriously WTF
After about 5 days of what you could call happiness I have slipped back into a pit of depression again. I always know things are getting serious when I start looking up the lethal doses of various medications, a bad habit that I would advise against. I just feel like crap again and have been having trouble concentrating on anything, even watching TV is not easy as everything just feels like a chore. Read the rest of this entry
Ode to a nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness, –
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease. Read the rest of this entry
Leaving the crisis team, thank goodness
OK so I have been discharged from the crisis team. Not because I am well or in any way better but because they seem to think that my overall expression of annoyance with them meant that I was getting better. I did not fight the discharge from them as although I am still unwell with consistent invasive thoughts of suicide, visual hallucinations and racing jumbled thoughts, I had had enough of them and their complete inability to do anything that was of any use to me and communicating with them was like playing a rather unfair game of Chinese whispers where whatever I would say or ask for would be either lost or so distorted that it was not worth the effort. It’s not just me, they have been driving my social to distraction also; in some ways I find this comforting as it’s not me that they’re ignoring, they do it to everyone, even the professionals. Read the rest of this entry
Hallucinations and suicidal thoughts
I am still not feeling good at all. It honestly feels right now like I’m lost out at sea, floating through the days just trying to stay alive.
I am plagued by thoughts of ending my life; these thoughts are strange and feel like they are coming from somewhere that isn’t me. I realize that they are from me but they feel alien: mostly because I can’t seem to control them. Its kind of like having a constant radio going on in your head but you can’t change the station, volume or turn it down. So I’m stuck with these thoughts of suicide in my head, going round and although I try to fight them, it takes up all of my mental effort and I can do little else. Read the rest of this entry
Mixed Affective Episode Artwork
I did this yesterday when I was feeling overwhelmed by nasty mixed feelings of feeling so low I wanted to end it all but was agitated, restless and full of energy. My thoughts were racing and voices wouldn’t leave me alone. Luckily I managed to channel it into a piece of art which I think describes how I was feeling quite well. I’ve been told it’s actually quite disturbing but I hope you like it.
New series- The Reality of Mental illness
Someone said to me the other day that having Bipolar disorder was seen as “cool” and “fashionable” so in response I have decided to write a new series of articles detailing the day to day reality of having a mental illness to show how different the reality of living with a mental illness is so different from the image portrayed by the media and certain celebrities that I shall not name.
I aim to cover quite a few topics but so far on my list I have… Read the rest of this entry
The Suicide’s Argument- my depression’s downfall
This is a poem that I turn to in times of deep sorrow, when I feel like ending it all. I love the response that nature gives, it shows that we need to look at the wonderful, improbable gift of life that we have been given and see ourselves for what we are, not what our depression tells us we are… Read the rest of this entry
I don’t want to juggle glass anymore
I refer you back to what I named this blog, “How to Juggle Glass”. I called it that because that’s what my life feels like: juggling balls made of glass and if (and when) you drop them they all smash on the floor and make a terrible mess that is impossible to put back together.
I feel like I’m standing barefoot surrounded by shattered glass, just staring down at the floor at all the pieces in total confusion of what to do now. I can’t walk away as I’ll shred the bottoms of my feet and I can’t pick it up as I’ll cut my fingers… Read the rest of this entry
My complaint against the NHS for nearly killing me
I thought I’d share this rather disturbing experience with you. Below is my letter of complaint that I have submitted. I have omitted the names and places so it can remain anonymous.
Dear Sir/Madam
I am writing to make a Formal Complaint about a medication error that resulted in serious adverse consequences for me and my loved ones, and which nearly ended my life, during my recent inpatient psychiatric admission at @£$*&^> Hospital on *$^@&*^ ward.
I had been on large doses of benzodiazepines for approximately 8 weeks. Initially this comprised 10mg of diazepam three times a day. When this became insufficient to keep me from being agitated I had this medication changed to 1mg of clonazepam four times a day.
In the ward round on Monday 21st February 2011, my consultant, Dr &^$%^, decided to decrease the dose of this regular medication to 1mg in the morning, 0.5mg at lunchtime, 0.5mg in the evening and 1mg at night.
Instead of this change in prescription as instructed by Dr &*%$£%, Consultant Psychiatrist, clonazepam 0.5mg 3 times a day was mistakenly written up on the medication chart without the error being recognised immediately. Read the rest of this entry
