i have not been in a good place whatsoever for the last 6-7months and i don't think anybody in my life knows just how bad things are. i see my therapist weekly and i guess she's the only person who knows that i've been actively suicidal and on the brink of another attempt for months now. i wish it was easy to turn off this mask. it's like an automatic response, whenever i'm around people i dissociate from whatever's happening in my head and i just feel nothing. it's like all i really feel is either emptiness or an overwhelming urge to die. i've never been good at reaching out or asking for help but it's especially difficult this time around. i don't want to burden those close to me more than i already have, and it's not like they're equipped to keep a chronically suicidal person safe. i'm too afraid to just outright ask my mum to take me back to the hospital (i'm 18, i still live with her & i can't drive on my own yet) because she doesn't need to worry about me on top of everything else she has going on. i don't want to go through the trauma of having an ambulance called on me by another hotline and the hospitals in my state are already under a lot of stress. (the australian healthcare system is pretty fucked at the moment, unfortunately)
i feel so guilty for keeping it all myself but i'd feel just as bad if i told anyone. i need help but i'm too scared to ask for it. hell, i don't even know what help i would be asking for. i don't know what to do. i already have a plan, i've started writing notes again. my will to live is practically nonexistent. i've tried writing it all down in a journal or a long-winded paragraph in my notes app or something and none of it makes sense. there's too much going on in my head and it's going to kill me soon. there's no easy way to tell anyone that but god i wish there was.
i'm so tired.
i feel so guilty for keeping it all myself but i'd feel just as bad if i told anyone. i need help but i'm too scared to ask for it. hell, i don't even know what help i would be asking for. i don't know what to do. i already have a plan, i've started writing notes again. my will to live is practically nonexistent. i've tried writing it all down in a journal or a long-winded paragraph in my notes app or something and none of it makes sense. there's too much going on in my head and it's going to kill me soon. there's no easy way to tell anyone that but god i wish there was.
i'm so tired.