I'm 16. In january this year I was assaulted by my dad... He broke my arm and left me with bad bruises. We'd been so close before that, and as a result I had a complete nervous breakdown. I couldn't leave the house or eat anything without having a panic attack. I switched quickly between feeling completely high and deeply depressed. I was self harming, suicidal (although I never attempted) and had an eating disorder. Eventually I took myself to A & E and they referred me to a psychiatrist who diagnosed me with Bipolar Disorder and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I only see him once a month, and at the minute he is 'trying' different medications. I feel like I'm going round in circles and I can't stand to feel this way much longer. I'm not sure how much more I can take before I'll have to escape.
Death has become an obsession to me, I spend hours thinking of complicated suicide plans and letters. It's comforting to know I have suicide as my get-out clause. I know it's selfish, but right now I don't care. It's not like it'll matter to me once I'm gone.
How can I stop thinking like this? I think I may actually attempt it. I don't want to die, I just don't want to be myself anymore. I can't see things getting any better in the future, they just seem to be getting worse. I've lost all my friends because I've stopped going out - even something simple like the noise of a windscreen wiper reminds me of being in my dad's car and causes a panic attack... so I've just stopped leaving the house. I'm supposed to be starting a new school in september, but I know I can't cope with it. Every time I'm put in a stressful situation I have a panic attack.
...Is there any hope at all that things can get better? Or should I give up, admit defeat and end it all?
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