9 am tuesday here (uk)
i have to go into school tonight to watch my little girl sing. most of you know i have been absent from my job at the school for some time now and going near the place gives me panic attacks. lastnight i was so worried about having to go, i knew i wouldn't get any sleep, so when my husband went to bed, i drank a bottle of beer, half a bottle of brandy and some bacardi breezer. then i took 30 mg of morphine. i later panicked and tried to vomit to no avail, thought about waking my husband but didn't and put myself to bed to let fate decide.
i don't know why i did it. i don't think i wanted to kill myself, i think i just wanted to be as numb as possible, knock myself out and sleep my troubles away. then when i couldn't vomit them up i kind of thought 'oh well if i die, i die'.
when i've woke this morning, i'm in a kind of haze. i got a fright upon remembering. i saw all the empty bottles and pill packets and told my husband what i'd done. my head is all over the place and my tummy hurts. i'm at the doc this afternoon to discuss which anxiety and depression meds are suitable for me. i don't know whether to tell him what i've done or not.
my sister wants me to pack my job in to help with the anxiety and get well, but i don't know what to do. i wish i could run away to a quiet empty room for a while. big cry for help, but i don't know what you guys can say??
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