
NutOrat
Sleepwalking
- Jun 11, 2025
- 27
Idk what to tag this post with, it's both a story and a vent, and also I have questions. Whatever.
2 weeks ago I made a choice I still think was wrong. I was very suicidal, more than usual. That night was supposed to be the night I finally put that rope to use, but instead I told my father. Not everything, but a lot. He was mortified, I know he cares a lot about me and that knowledge hurt even more. Two days later I get an SMS confirmation that I have a psychiatrist appointment. I wasn't mad at him, but I was startled. And scared, I never went to any kind of therapy before.
The appointment went.. well, it was very much not what I expected. I've heard others make this comparison, and it's spot on: it felt like an interrogation. She gave no concrete questions, only brief general ones like "so what's bothering you? and what else?" over and over. I can't fucking say these things out of the blue, I'm terrible at expressing myself when put on a spot like this. In any case, about 30 minutes pass she writes me a prescription for an antidepressant, antipsychotic, benzodiazepine and sleeping pills.
Is this a normal? I did not expect to get a prescription on my first visit, it felt like she didn't even care. She just wanted me out ASAP, it was also apparent she really didn't like me (fair, I am a loser parasite). Maybe I'm overthinking it. But I'll hold out on trying these for now, that stuff with all the strories about withdrawal symptoms freaks me out.
She also told me to go to a therapist next. I was supposed to look for one today, but I spent most of it bedrotting because I'm scared. What if I pick a wrong one? How do I know what to look for? I'll have to actually do something with myself, work on my issues, I can't do that! What if I lay out my soul to one therapist, and we're incompatible, I'll have to do that to another or more? This is already too much. I made the wrong choice that night.
2 weeks ago I made a choice I still think was wrong. I was very suicidal, more than usual. That night was supposed to be the night I finally put that rope to use, but instead I told my father. Not everything, but a lot. He was mortified, I know he cares a lot about me and that knowledge hurt even more. Two days later I get an SMS confirmation that I have a psychiatrist appointment. I wasn't mad at him, but I was startled. And scared, I never went to any kind of therapy before.
The appointment went.. well, it was very much not what I expected. I've heard others make this comparison, and it's spot on: it felt like an interrogation. She gave no concrete questions, only brief general ones like "so what's bothering you? and what else?" over and over. I can't fucking say these things out of the blue, I'm terrible at expressing myself when put on a spot like this. In any case, about 30 minutes pass she writes me a prescription for an antidepressant, antipsychotic, benzodiazepine and sleeping pills.
Is this a normal? I did not expect to get a prescription on my first visit, it felt like she didn't even care. She just wanted me out ASAP, it was also apparent she really didn't like me (fair, I am a loser parasite). Maybe I'm overthinking it. But I'll hold out on trying these for now, that stuff with all the strories about withdrawal symptoms freaks me out.
She also told me to go to a therapist next. I was supposed to look for one today, but I spent most of it bedrotting because I'm scared. What if I pick a wrong one? How do I know what to look for? I'll have to actually do something with myself, work on my issues, I can't do that! What if I lay out my soul to one therapist, and we're incompatible, I'll have to do that to another or more? This is already too much. I made the wrong choice that night.