Safety plans feel like a joke.
I told my therapist today about an interrupted attempt I had during a conflict with a friend last week. I was arguing with a friend over text, and with my parents in person. I was telling my parents that I was done. My mom said “you’ve said this a thousand times, you’re not done.” I immediately went and grabbed a bottle of pills from my bathroom and tried to swallow them all. It made me gag, and I spit them out, got angry, put them back into the bottle, and left the bathroom. During the argument with my friend, my friend was threatening our entire friendship. (She’s my closest friend.) I felt completely abandoned. My therapist didn’t even let me explain the conflict before jumping into safety plans. She told me that I needed to calm down first and gave examples like “screaming into a pillow” or “counting backwards from 100.” I completely shut down. I told her that when I’m that amped up, I’m not going to think to look at a stupid piece of paper. I don’t think she realizes that once I reach that point, I’m way past using basic coping skills. I physically cannot calm myself down and feel like I HAVE to take drastic measures. I thought my friendship was over. I thought I didn’t have anyone and it was my fault. It felt so disproportionate to me. Has anyone else experienced this?