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Feeling like i just want to end it all right now, but im scared very scared.
Im under the mental health team, theyve been visitibg me daily. My husbands been given the task of hiding my meds, but i found them as he'd hidden them in a hurry in a silly place. Hes unaware i have my duloxatine in my pocket debating to take them. Im a mum and i dont want to hurt my boys but my head is so black, my chest hurts, i feel constantly sick in my stomach i cant take anymore.
Phones the out of hours up at 7.15 this evening as i cant sleep and wanted something to help me skeep. Asked me if suicidle i said yes but my husband has my pills. Wanted me to go to A&E to see the mental health dictor but then im told by my mental health team there is no doctor on. Explained i wanted something to help me sleep my anxiety is thru the roof. I cant do A&E my dad had a brain tumor and boynced in and out of A&E before his death but was a moskt unpleasant experience the way they treated him.
I had a breakdown 6 years ago and took an overdose. The initial consultant was lovely but after that the mental health team had forgotten me and gone home. I was left with no information for several hours and ended feeling absolutely dreadful.
To cut a long story short im still waiting to have a call back from the out of hours consultant. It should have happened within the hour 4 hours ago!!!!! Ive phoned back chasing seceral times and explaining. Im so exhausted. Its ridiculous. I hate my jead, i hate my big loving heart that got me here in the first place, being everybodys go to. I hate the cancer that took my beautiful dad and sucked my happiness away.