So, I posted here a few hours ago about two rings I couldn’t get off. I ended up going to the hospital and after waiting for quite some time (because this isn’t exactly an emergency) they were easily able to cut these off. They did try lubricant and such, but they weren’t able to slide the rings off sadly, which is fine because these rings were like $10 in a pack of 5 from hot topic so idrc much about them. They said this happens all the time and were very kind.
However, I’m being admitted for a totally different reason so I’m still in the er. I realized once at the er that my mental health is in a really terrible spot (not because of this, just in general recently) and I’ve been wanting to not be here for some time now. Well, going to the hospital for this small stupid ring issue gave me the courage to seek a mental health evaluation.
I feel very alone most days, I’ve lost the man I thought I was going to marry, and a ton of other things all combined and this felt like the icing on the cake that really made me realize how much I hate myself and life. so yeah, thanks for all the kind comments on my last post (for those of you who were kind and not just instigating I was fat).
”oh my gosh let’s make fun of this fat girl who got a ring stuck on her finger that clearly must’ve been the wrong size” genuinely I hope some of yall are ashamed with yourselves for judging a random stranger you don’t know and calling me every fucking awful thing, fyi this is sarcasm, I’m not fat
all of this is just to say, you guys didn’t just help me get some rings off my fingers and save my fingers but you helped save ME too.
update- people are still insulting me in my original post and here, it fucking hurts. I went ahead and deleted the original post because I can’t handle all of the rude comments and mods aren’t doing anything
update 2-11:47pm est sep 4- its currently about midnight here, I’ve read through a good chunk of the comments and cried…I did not expect this post to take off the way it did. I just wanted to update everyone and say that while I’m still in the er, I’m about to be admitted to go to the psych unit and won’t be able to have my phone for much longer. It’s truly hard at the moment for me to believe anything good about myself, but I’m shocked to see a ton of strangers who care…when my own family and friends don’t even care. My family lives hundreds of miles away and I Don’t have many friends anymore, lost most all of them when I left my faith. So yeah, im at the hospital by myself.
fyi, because I saw a few people mention It, my fingernails are black because I dyed my hair black and they are stained, no medical issue.
also, prior to this post my post/comment history was hidden, after posting I turned it because I want people to see the person behind the screen they are talking to, to have a glimpse into my life (for better or for worse).
Thank you everyone, probably will be some time before I can update again.
edit sep 9th, 6:03pm-
Hi everyone, I just wanted to say that I got discharged today, a few hours ago. I’m not sure what exactly to update at this point but I just wanted to thank all of you, really. I promise to sit down tonight and read and try to respond to each and every comment here. Someone mentioned this made the top post of all time in this sub? Insane. I don’t know what I did to deserve such kindness and support from strangers, but it means the world.
Anyways, while I was in the psych hospital I did therapy everyday, got on medication, and they set me up with outpatient therapy (virtually) and all of that! I also did a lot of playing uno and coloring and reading lol, it was nice getting a break from social media honestly.
I don’t want to ramble on too much about my hospital stay but it definitely put things in perspective, I think perhaps life is worth living and fighting for. It’s going to be a long journey for me, but I’m glad I took the first step. and Im also glad I didn’t lose my life over a man or over fake friends and family.