Relapse
Over the past 2-4 weeks I had begun to feel both mentally
and physically ill and to be honest I didn’t really think much of it and why
would i? Things had appeared to be going great for me, my med reduction was
going according to plan, I was developing new relationships with family
members something which I had always struggled with and I was happily employed
(I still am employed) It wasn’t until Sunday when I began to realise something
was wrong, something wasn’t quiet right and that maybe I did need to have a
chat with the therapist about things, it was Sunday when I began to get
obsessive thoughts about self-harming. Up until Sunday I wasn't concerned about
having a relapse because I put my physical and mental symptoms down to a number
of different things, the possibility of
coming down with a flu, it being my time of the month, just being exhausted
from the stresses involved with the Summer Project during the month of July
with Lucan Youth Service.
It became clear on Monday that it wasn’t just the small
things getting to me it was something more, what it was I don’t know but it was
when I began to get concerned about relapse, my mind was clouded with obsessive
thoughts of self-harming, always being tired and not having the motivation to
do anything and that then was when I realised this was something more. I didn’t
do anything though to prevent things from getting much worse and I should have,
I should have decided to talk to someone, I should have chosen to tell the
therapist in advance of my appointment and I should have done things which I
know help me through my dark days but I didn’t, why didn’t i? I honestly cant
answer that, my mind was clouded with so many different thoughts, feelings and
emotions that I couldn’t make myself do anything.
Wednesday was when it hit, Wednesday was when I realised I
had relapsed, Wednesday I done something which I hadn't done in four months,
Wednesday I engaged in self0harm I broke and left the monster which had once
taken over my life back into it, leaving me venerable for it to take over
again. With the knowledge of having an appointment with the therapist on
Thursday I felt somewhat positive but
again I chose not to talk to the therapist as much as I should have, I should
have told her more than I did and as a result the appointment was pretty
pointless because I chose not to let the therapist know what was going on.
After having an extremely bad night last night I feel I may
have got through the worst of this relapse and reflecting on my actions last
night I do regret what I did, I do regret putting my family through hell and
I do regret letting myself get into that state.
As I am sitting here writing this post I am fighting back the tears
because I know now that had I not just brushed off all the warning signs of
this relapse I wouldn’t have had this relapse. I'm still not doing great to be
honest, I'm feeling pretty low and in general pretty shit but I am somewhat
more aware of what is going on and a bit more positive that I will be able to
get through this relapse.
I could have prevented this relapse but I didn’t because I was
convinced in my own mind that I wouldn’t have any more bad patched, that I was
better and that I don’t need medication but this relapse has made me more aware
of how important it is not to get too carried away with this good times. For
me I need to be aware, I need to know that I can go through bad patches again
and that I need to recognise when a bad day is leading into a bad week and a
bad week leads to 2 weeks and eventually I revert back to my old ways, I need
to be aware so I can prevent that because at the end of the day nobody can
prevent me from engaging in self-harm other than me!
