I haven’t been around much on Instagram lately due to my mental health plummeting. Constant thoughts of being worthless, my boys & hubby needed more than I could give – failing them or so my head tricked me into believing. This hasn’t been the first that those thoughts have occurred in fact they reoccur far to often. I open up & asked for help but due to the NHS service being stretched my screams for help where ignored. I couldn’t take the pain any longer, suicide the only solution a brain in self destruct could muster.
Dark places breed dark thoughts & dark thoughts manifest into depraved actions.
Last week I ended up swallowing the contets of my weekly dosette. Cap or pill I gulped them down like it was a pick & mix of my favourite sweets, not once was I scared nor did I even think to myself to stop. Desperation meant all I really wanted to do was end the pain & suffering, for good.
Luckily I was discovered early enough & was rushed to A&E in the back of an ambulance sirens screeching & blue lights flashed on my way. That’s the last thing I remember my hubby has had to fill in the gaps for me. I arrived in hospital where they advised I was stable after a few hours things changed due to some of the medication being slow release. My Hubby was told to go home but 2 hours later he got that dreaded call from a doctor for him to return to the hospital immediately, things had took a real turn for the worst! My body started shutting down & I had flat lined. I was put on a ventilator relying on life support to keep me alive, My husband was being prepared for his wife & his boys mummy to die. Dialysis was also provided to clear the toxins, My body failing the fight of my life was being fought for me by NHS Staff & Equipment.
My Hubby broken at my bedside held my hand & prayed to God that I was going to be okay he said it is an image that he will never ever forget, it would be given he cant watch Casualty never mind me with tubes, wires & a more electrics than R2D2.
I wouldn’t be hear today without the care of CCU4 Staff, The NHS & the thoughts & prayers of everyone who reached out.
Why did I even begin to think it was okay for me to leave my wee team?
Who would moan at them to put away there shoes & jackets?
As soon as I came round I felt utter guilt & shame, I’m lucky to be sitting here today I’ve been given a second chance at life & I’m grabbing it with both hands. Please if you ever feel the way I felt seek help reach out even go to A&E & beg them, refuse to leave if need be.
Life is precious, negative thoughts couldn’t be further from the truth. I know that bad times will always surface along with intrusive thoughts but it’s something I will be prepared for I’ll arm myself in every way possible because I made a promise on both my Boys life’s that I will never act on my thoughts again because next time i might not be so lucky, I also possibly couldn’t put my hubby through that again.
Hospital staff worked round the clock to save my life & I’ll be forever grateful they are the reason my boys still have a mummy. Super hero’s who deserve more recognition.
Thankyou
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