- Date posted
- 1y
Bad again…
So last night, I was about 5-6 shots in and had a complete episode. My boyfriend was trying to break up with me (valid reason) and I got irate. I don’t remember much but he says we started arguing over the fact, I got up like I could fight him, punched him in the face and started screaming “I hate you” “Get tf away” “Leave already” and once even said “Kys”. He walked away and left to talk to my parents I guess. I locked the door behind him, crawled onto the bunk bed inside of my camper. We have a tank that holds our mouse, Jimmy Beast. My guilt had boiled over. I couldn’t take it anymore. I completely acted out all of my intrusive thoughts in that moment. I started punching the tank. I continued driving my fist into the glass until after it shattered, took the glass, and did something I haven’t done in over a year. At this point, I was screaming, crying, shaking, banging my head on the wall. During the midst of it I thought he was yelling back at me. I imagined him physically yelling at me from behind the door, but his voice soften and shook me. I just sat there in shock. “Baby please let me in.” I got up and staggered to the door. Unlocked it. His eyes met mine and welded with tears. “We’ll get you the help you need, okay? I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!” And then I confessed everything on my mind. This morning has been a rough one, trying to recall what’s happened and feel comfortable in my own skin when I feel like everyone thinks I’m insane.