Im feeling helpless, and im sorry to say it but i would be happier off dead. That was so hard too write, im at week 4 of fluoxetine and today indecided to take a week off from work. Nothing makes sense to me, who am i, what have i done, how can i escape this. The only good thing i can do is cry cry to feel alive.
Last wednesday me and the CBT therapist identified that i need to stop looking for reassurance from my parents, my gp, and the forum. I did for 3 days and felt like i was getting somewhere. It still bothers me that the therapist said we will do two routes, you have done something, and you havent.
To a person who is confused i dont know whether to think the 2nd thing i thought i did wasnt that bad and im worrying for nothing as i never touched anyone.
I was an am convinced in my mind that something happened and my mum said she was too when she was ill. But i dont believe her as i know she wouldnt do anything to anyone. I love her so much.
On the day i thought of it in 2009 when i was ill last time I said to my mum i had to think of a place and time and then i had one idea of what i might have done and the imagery was so strong of me doing it. But after hours or a day i knew i hadnt and then this other thing came in.
I remember sitting ewith my mum saying "i know i havent done anything", but now im not sure if i had forgotten or was lying or was trying to convince myself.
I read a thing on the internet about a man who had a thought he had done something to his daughter and instead of knowing he hadnt he could never remember not doing it.
I look at pictures of me from 2007 months after when i think i may have done something , could i have forgotten in 18 months whatbinhad done from may 2007 to jan 2009. I remember Having my bobble pulled of my hat in primary school for god sake.
Please this is not the time for accept uncertainty mantras.
Has anyone else looked back through their memories to search for answers only to find uncertainty and guilt. I know im not wired up correctly as when im really ill i think about friends with Cancer and such and think i want you to get better, for my brain to go "no you dont".
I thought today that i figured it out, that my brain gives me the opposite thoughts of what i want. But i cannot be sure, i cannot believe that chemicals can help this now. When i told my girlfriend at the time about wha i thought i had done it was like i was confessing and but as i got better apparantly i saw sense.
I so scared, i think about ending it all the time as a way out but then get scared that god will not accept me.
I really am loosing my mind.
Sorry
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