I followed a journal prompt asking you to write a letter to your future self. I decided to write a letter to me five years from now. I kind of like how it came out so I am posting it here too. Here goes:

Dear Me 5 Years From Now,

I honestly didn't expect that you would live this long, so congratulations I guess. I hope you don't have any permanent damage from any more suicide attempts that happened between 4/12/24 and now. Maybe you're finally not feeling as suicidal...

I started writing this and then something happened and it deleted itself, so I guess I'll try to remember what I was going to say.

I was doing relatively well for a few weeks. I really was. I hadn't been self harming and had generally been feeling okay. But then it crashed again and the depression and anxiety are back with a vengeance.

This weekend I was very depressed. I spent a lot of Saturday isolating by myself and was in bed a lot. I went to bed around 7:30, 8:00...

I feel like shit.

I'm not feeling any better. I'm going to PHP/IOP every single day but it's all stuff I've heard from being there so many times and it's just not helping and nothing is helping and I don't feel any better.

I want to die still. I have a potential date range picked out if things go as planned, but maybe I'll feel better before then and I'll change my mind. There's always a chance, right? The visiting nurse took my suicide method away from me but I ordered...

2/15/24 - Today I attempted suicide. I wanted the anxiety that had been getting progressively worse throughout the month to stop. I had been making plans for a while but didn't have a specific date until I decided it would be today.
My friend found out and made me call 911. The fire department came first, then the ambulance and police. They questioned me and then I got in the ambulance where they took my vitals and have me fluids. We live close to the hospital so the ride only lasted like...

I'm feeling low again. The medication I was put on a few months back worked for maybe 2-3 months and then I felt low again. I was going to kill myself after I finished the partial hospitalization program/intensive outpatient program but the medication was doing its job and I had hope that maybe things would be all right. So I didn't do it. But as usual it didn't last.

I don't get out much aside from the gym and group therapy. My therapist wants me to volunteer to get out of the house...

Things have definitely been up and down for me since I got out of the hospital in June.

I finished PHP/IOP but I made it clear that I didn't want to be there. I only completed it because my therapist said she wouldn't take me back if I didn't.

For the first few weeks I was self harming several times a week and didn't even care. If there was even the slightest inconvenience I was self harming. That's improved some but I still do self harm. I don't know if I'm ready to...

5/30/23-5/31/23 - I got sent back to the hospital by my therapist because of an increase in depression and suicidal thoughts. She wasn't wrong to send me because I was spiraling towards another suicide attempt but I still fought it. She's also talking about sending me to residential treatment but I'll fight that.
The cop that met me at my house gave me a whole lecture on my bipolar and said how he has tons of experience with bipolar. He kept saying I need my meds adjusted even though I told...

I have been out of the hospital for a little over a month now. Normally I'm at least relatively stable when I get out of the hospital but right now I'm still not doing well at all.

My house is a wreck. I haven't cleaned any of it since before I went into the hospital and it shows. My bathroom is especially embarrassing. It wouldn't be as bad if I was the only one using it, but I have a visiting nurse come into the house to give me my medication and she asks to use the bathroom sometimes....

4/3/23

I attempted suicide again. I have no lasting damage from it and earned myself another hospital stay instead. I was in the regular ER at my local hospital for like 6-7 hours before going to the Acute Behavioral Unit. It's not designed like a psych hospital and is a holding place until you go home or get admitted somewhere else. I had mt own room which was nice but I wasn't allowed plastic utensils and was only allowed finger foods. The one time they did let me use a spoon, I...

I don't know how I am doing right now. My therapist asked me if I needed to go to the hospital and I said no, but I don't know if I really should.

I'm still feeling suicidal and my brain kept on telling me to do it before Texas so I have an excuse not to go. I did get some good news surrounding Texas that made me want to go more. I think I might have fun if this one specific thing happens. I'm still not looking forward to the flight there ore back, but if the one thing I'm excited...