I told the hospital psychiatrist, ‘I’m fine, I’m glad it didn’t work’, even forcing a smile. I was lying. Luckily, I was sent to a secure psychiatric unit.
The only way to conquer dissociative behavior is to own what we’ve done. This sounds harsh, but with the acceptance of responsibility comes great power.
I was trapped inside. I could not leave my bed, let alone my house. I could not answer the door. But I sought help, and now my house no longer shackles me.