DeoxygenDaydream
Member
- Mar 4, 2026
- 14
I've been planning on CTB for a couple months now, all my friends/housemates are aware of my intended method and my mostly complete kit, but only one friend knows that I actually got around to filling my tank with nitrogen. They've wanted to help me get myself together and not ctb and such, and I guess part of that was agreeing to help me test my exit bag.
What happened was, over the course of an hour, twice they watched me put the hood on and start the Nitrogen and pull me out the moment I stopped responding. It wasn't long at all, no more than 45 seconds each time. They told me about how I just stopped responding and how strange the look on my face was, and I told them about the feeling of starting to lose awareness followed by the strange dreamlike state of falling unconscious and fully unresponsive after ~30 seconds.
The feeling itself was surreal, it was rather a rather comfortable yet incoherent dreamlike state, I didn't feel much of anything after falling under it all. It was so easy to slip into the nitrogen atmosphere. I don't know if it's the ease of it all or just the View from Halfway Down itself, but having "practiced" using the bag and slipping into that activation state has left me not desiring my demise anymore. Maybe I'm just too easily rattled or something, but I'm more scared of the finality and more appreciative of this half of the bridge. Handling my newfound lust for life is weird after believing I would've been gone a few days ago or sooner for so long but like, that's life I guess.
What happened was, over the course of an hour, twice they watched me put the hood on and start the Nitrogen and pull me out the moment I stopped responding. It wasn't long at all, no more than 45 seconds each time. They told me about how I just stopped responding and how strange the look on my face was, and I told them about the feeling of starting to lose awareness followed by the strange dreamlike state of falling unconscious and fully unresponsive after ~30 seconds.
The feeling itself was surreal, it was rather a rather comfortable yet incoherent dreamlike state, I didn't feel much of anything after falling under it all. It was so easy to slip into the nitrogen atmosphere. I don't know if it's the ease of it all or just the View from Halfway Down itself, but having "practiced" using the bag and slipping into that activation state has left me not desiring my demise anymore. Maybe I'm just too easily rattled or something, but I'm more scared of the finality and more appreciative of this half of the bridge. Handling my newfound lust for life is weird after believing I would've been gone a few days ago or sooner for so long but like, that's life I guess.