I'm sorry, but I'm beyond frustrated right now. So very, very much of my SI urges went away last year, I think I had one really small incident and that was all. It was such a relief to not have those thoughts frequently invading my head like pests. I have hurt myself for what, 16 years now? But in the last 6-7 years, it became less physically harmful and I was finally thinking yay, I'm over this!
Now I had to make a medication change a little over three weeks ago (I'm bipolar) and the effect on my body and mind is just driving me nuts.

I feel sad for ten minutes and then I'm fine, and then I talk to a friend on the phone and laugh really loud and babble way too much, and then I'm annoyed with something, and then I'm fine again, and my head hurts, and my body hurts, and I'm physically tired but mentally agitated (especially at night), and I have disturbing intrusive thoughts of violence (this is something that comes and goes and I have had it since forever, it's just really bad right now - I don't want to go and hurt somebody else, I have visions of things happening to myself).
I do try to stay busy, but to complicate things I have issues with staying focused and easily become exhausted. I really love to meet with friends, but can't do it every day because it makes me so exhausted I feel sick (I'm not talking about going to parties, just having a coffee and a chat is a day's work to me). Thankfully, my tolerance for my husband is greater

, probably because I'm just so used to him. I take walks, I mean that's what pretty much everyone always tells you to do, and I think it must be good for the body, but when I feel this crazy it doesn't really ease my mind at all. I spend a lot of time on the computer, on message boards about very different stuff (not SI related) or reading articles I might find interesting. I have to jump back and forth. I have given more crafty stuff a go, knitting and painting, and house work, but lost interest immediately.
It's like I'm in this bubble now where my soul is screaming constantly for a sharp object. I'm trying to run away from the scream but I'm not getting anywhere. And I'm scared, because I know that when things get this intense, it can get out of control. It's been a long time since I believed that I always know what I'm doing. I
can exert a lot of self control. But it is by no means fail proof.
Probably I just want to whine. I'm so damn upset that I have to go through this again after a year of relative peace.
Any hugs or stars or stern challenges are greatly welcomed.
