Scared about being on my own

I’m scared about going back to the house this evening. I don’t feel good at the moment, my head is in a bad place, and I don’t feel safe with myself. I had strong urges to cut last night, and I’m pretty sure I would have done if I was in my own house. Thank goodness I have a least a little respect for other people, as I would never be able to do that to someone who had invited me to stay.

The only other persons house I have self harmed in is Jon, who is a friend and was my dog trainer. I guess I got to the point I was so desperate that even my fear of being disrespectful was overcome.

It was the morning before my first ‘novice’ working test with my dog (it’s a higher level of competition that I was used to at that point). I remember it clearly, sitting in the bath with a new Stanley knife blade I found lying around, carving the word ‘failure’ into my left thigh.

I am starting to understand why we cut words into ourselves. It is a brand, a label of how we feel about ourselves.

As it happens, on that day, I wasn’t a failure, but have been many, many times since. The word is pretty faded now but you can still make out the fine white line in the right light – the same with the words ‘ugly’, ‘fat’, ‘worthless’ and ‘flawed’ scattered around different parts of my body.

Despite not getting on so great with my dog today, I am enjoying the company. Everyone is lovely to me, they speak to me, they hug me when I first see them. If only they knew I was wishing I didn’t have to go through this charade, if there was an easy way to end this.

I know I don’t want to die. I don’t want to hurt the people around me, I don’t want to force the responsibility of my dogs on to someone else and I don’t want to miss out on the wonderful things life has yet to show me. But I know I can’t carry on like this. First thing on Monday I will go down the local doctor and register with them, and book an appointment to discuss getting me some dialectical behaviour therapy.

Maybe the hope of getting better will keep me safe this week. Xxx

Advertisements

One comment

  1. Angel O'Fire · · Reply

    Never think that the situation your facing is one that is so dark and so hopeless you can not find help for yourself honey, there is help out there that will assist you to stop cutting to retrain your thinking and thoughts, and help you deal with why you get the urge to cut. You have admitted now to the one person who counts the most……….*YOURSELF* that you don’t want to die, that you don’t want to put the responsibility of your puppies onto anybody else, and mostly that *YOUR* ready to get help.
    Massive steps to the road to healing…….hard to admit to ourselves we need to get help, big ((hugs))) I am so proud of your strength and courage……..way to go…….remember no matter what your never alone.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: