I finally cracked and turned up at A&E, had my chloroquine+meto confiscated. It was a weird thing; once I gave up my method and the suicidal possibility was negated, it was like the impulse lost its power and the idea of the act became hollow, almost ridiculous. Had a long, calm discussion with psychiatrist and was discharged with a diagnosis of extreme anxiety.
I don't know what to think. I feel I've lost the will to do it, I've lost the means to do it, and everything is unclear. The problems I have are still there, and release and oblivion seem inaccessible.
I guess I'll have to go easy on the ideation for a while.
I don't know what to think. I feel I've lost the will to do it, I've lost the means to do it, and everything is unclear. The problems I have are still there, and release and oblivion seem inaccessible.
I guess I'll have to go easy on the ideation for a while.
