So.
I fucked up really badly last night, and I have a shameful confession: I had gone off my depression meds for a very vain and stupid reason, and had convinced myself the couple of warning signs this was Really Not Okay were something I could manage.
I got into a series of conversations with my housemates that accidentally hit some real sensitive buttons, had a panic attack, and lashed out at myself in a way that was profoundly likely to alarm the people around me. -->
--> For a whole host of reasons, I don't disagree that it's time for me to move out. It hurts, but last night was the culmination of a lot of things that were not healthy for me. I'm feeling less self-destructive, and trying to see this as an opportunity now.
I'm dropping all grievances against my housemates; I can't see how anyone but me could really be responsible for this reaction to a couple of very minor arguments. I'm also going back on my meds IMMEDIATELY. -->
--> I did some muttering last night about drifting apart from the community, but I think that was born of abject terror I'll have to move to Ohio and give up *everything* I had. I don't think I can do this without you.
I'm begging you, please don't treat me like damaged goods. My reaction was due to an extremely foolish mistake in my personal braincare. I have a physical on Wednesday and will mention this all happened in hopes of getting a psych MD again. -->
--> I think I'm past being self-destructive over this, though I'm still terrified. I'm really not good at things like moving-- I've never once had to do anything like this by myself in my life-- and the borrowed stress of what MIGHT happen is wracking me.
I've accepted I need some serious brainwork and that Kristy and Jessie's reaction to my scary outburst of self-threats and random acting out was not at all unreasonable.
Now I'm going to need you folks more than ever. -->
@zebratron2084 You still don't have to do this alone, sis. I promise that I'll be here to help.
Last night got a bit scary. Even though I know you wouldn't intentionally do anything to hurt anyone here, I also know that high stress can cause really, _really_ weird reactions, and I'm no exception. We really should talk it all out.
I promise you that I still consider you my sister, and I don't want to lose contact in any way. This isn't goodbye, not even goodbye-for-now. *hugs offered*
