The last 9 months have been hell, juggling the loss of my whole world going through family court, last Saturday got to much and drank ethylene glycol went to AnE ended up getting knocked out due to refusing treatment, been in hospital since, I had an MHAA a few days ago and was adamant I did not want to go back the the psych ward for the 5th time since October luckily got listened because autism and psych wards don’t go well together.
I was meant to go home the last few days as I everything had stabilised medically but after the stress of the last couple of days my job that I was long term sick from came to an end and family court stuff still pilled on I was terrified of going back home alone without the right support being a long weekend and my main support is office hours. They wanted me to stay until Tuesday so I can actually have a care act assessment which I have been waiting for since October and social services have been dragging heels even though I’m on the DSR, so that the in house social workers can do it.
I’m so glad I didn’t go home because even here it’s getting the better of me again, having thoughts of throwing myself of the 4th floor walkway I hate it everything reminds me of what was, I don’t think I’ll get better and I just miss my family so much.
Everybody asks me what can they do and I know the answer is literally nothing, my mental health was horrible even before the constant grief of losing my little girl and partner who meant the world to me.
I’d give it all up for just 5 mins of how it used to be, to be able to cuddle them both again but instead I destroyed everything because I couldn’t cope with losing them