LonelyKitten
Seeking one final escape
- Aug 13, 2023
- 284
I hope it's okay I give some pre-text/context to my situation, to try and establish how and why I'm having difficulty when it comes to assessing what to do about leaving a potential note.
This turned out rather long, I apologize if it's inappropriate.
Maybe this post itself is somewhat of a note?
So I know I said I wanted to end things on my birthday this month (which I instead spent thinking about suicide alone :o), but alas, I did not ctb yet.
Still should have (most of?) one more shot of medication left, means I have at least 1-2 more weeks.
Survival instinct is strong as hell.
Honestly, in contrast to how things used to be, I really don't *want* to die, despite having been suicidal and acted on that my entire life.
I've confirmed this much from my further thinking about stuff.
What delayed me is that, after my miracle attempt to return home failed, I kept swiveling between making *yet another* last ditch attempt at returning home (this time, alone, and this would risk literally all of my person, as well as deplete my remaining resources), to try and get to 'fix' things "somehow", or just finally doing jumping as I have had planned.
Same as before though, even with the SI, my objective situation is still terrible.
I don't *want* to massively suffer for a long time, either.
I fucked my life up *really*, really badly.
I'm screwed, and by extension, I can't do anything for those I like, or those around me, devolving into projecting nothing but negativity outward.
I thought about it more and I feel extreme guilt over needlessly putting myself in this situation.
During childhood, I was constantly suicidal, no reason to live, didn't care what happened to me.
In fact, I craved absurd experiences "before I die", because "it's all meaningless anyway".
But I was saved from that reality at 18, by the best friend I've ever had, and a whole family taking me in (in a new country, to boot).
I was finally given a lot of real chances, support, a future. Even family, and reasons to live for.
Yet I didn't fully change my behaviors in time.
Struggled to trust, and to fully make use of all this opportunity.
Still gravitated toward treating myself like dirt, seeking extreme gratification.
Eventually made myself trapped back here again, in a situation near identical to the one I fled as a child - except for the personal and material gains made during my time abroad.
My reality is unbearable once again, only the internet and technology offer a bit of reprieve.
But I look at what I have/had today, none of it I would have had without them.
This strong will to live, the human connections I made for the first time, this medication, these technologies and distractions, these clothes, this bed, the very phone I type this text on.
It's precisely these gains that have kept me going so long despite being stuck back here.
How have I thanked them for all of this?
Breaking it all.
Might as well have spat in their faces.
I'm likely to lose what little is left of it all.
Fuck. I ended up an objectively horrible person.
I don't even deserve help anymore, if anything could even possibly help me get my life together at this point.
With that out of the way, so yeah, I'd been thinking about delay sending a suicide message before I would jump.
I already traumatized her enough, so I worry about just making it worse with a note.
But at the bare minimum, letting them and/or others know is good, right?
They'd never know of my passing without the message, we're thousands of miles apart now.
I think I should avoid veering into self-pity in a note - yes I needed genuine help as a child, but I myself fucked up as an adult once I got said help.
I can't blame anybody but myself.
The record proves that I simply failed.
I don't even deserve the (relative) physical safety I still enjoy (false sense of security btw, it's temporary).
In spite of knowing my fault, my own suffering is still extremely strong and I can not ignore that.
I can't cope with being here (country and specific location in it is source of childhood trauma) any longer, every day and night is hell.
It takes drowning in coping mechanisms throughout the entire day to get through it, barely leaving any space for anything beyond eating and basic hygiene.
Crucially, that has severely disrupted me when I attempted meaningful improvements, leading me to believe it just can not realistically happen anymore - especially with the lack of external guidance and my understanding of life here.
Add to that these trauma-infused surroundings.
The nights are even worse as I can't distract.
Once I turn off the screens, it's all gone, and I'm all alone again.
My thoughts have become near unintelligble, and I can think of little more than wanting the pain to stop.
So having lost the executive function to do much of anything elaborate, idk, I might just reduce a note to be "informative" of my end, and little more, at this point.
Do y'all have any advice regarding a note in general, and/or in my situation specifically?
I'm trying to balance my own needs with that of people I love that I hurt, as well as those who came to know me, and would be curious to hear some outside input.
I know my needs are of comparative lesser importance than the others' because of my misdeeds/failures, but I feel intense suffering all the same, so I need to address it.
Even without much of a note to them or others I know, at the bare minimum I seek the relief ctb offers.
I can't take this cycle anymore.
But I fear the impact that things like a note, giving away belongings or money to folks and similar things would have on them, because I can't think clearly enough to adequately assess such impact on someone else anymore.
Any feedback is much appreciated.
This turned out rather long, I apologize if it's inappropriate.
Maybe this post itself is somewhat of a note?
So I know I said I wanted to end things on my birthday this month (which I instead spent thinking about suicide alone :o), but alas, I did not ctb yet.
Still should have (most of?) one more shot of medication left, means I have at least 1-2 more weeks.
Survival instinct is strong as hell.
Honestly, in contrast to how things used to be, I really don't *want* to die, despite having been suicidal and acted on that my entire life.
I've confirmed this much from my further thinking about stuff.
What delayed me is that, after my miracle attempt to return home failed, I kept swiveling between making *yet another* last ditch attempt at returning home (this time, alone, and this would risk literally all of my person, as well as deplete my remaining resources), to try and get to 'fix' things "somehow", or just finally doing jumping as I have had planned.
Same as before though, even with the SI, my objective situation is still terrible.
I don't *want* to massively suffer for a long time, either.
I fucked my life up *really*, really badly.
I'm screwed, and by extension, I can't do anything for those I like, or those around me, devolving into projecting nothing but negativity outward.
I thought about it more and I feel extreme guilt over needlessly putting myself in this situation.
During childhood, I was constantly suicidal, no reason to live, didn't care what happened to me.
In fact, I craved absurd experiences "before I die", because "it's all meaningless anyway".
But I was saved from that reality at 18, by the best friend I've ever had, and a whole family taking me in (in a new country, to boot).
I was finally given a lot of real chances, support, a future. Even family, and reasons to live for.
Yet I didn't fully change my behaviors in time.
Struggled to trust, and to fully make use of all this opportunity.
Still gravitated toward treating myself like dirt, seeking extreme gratification.
Eventually made myself trapped back here again, in a situation near identical to the one I fled as a child - except for the personal and material gains made during my time abroad.
My reality is unbearable once again, only the internet and technology offer a bit of reprieve.
But I look at what I have/had today, none of it I would have had without them.
This strong will to live, the human connections I made for the first time, this medication, these technologies and distractions, these clothes, this bed, the very phone I type this text on.
It's precisely these gains that have kept me going so long despite being stuck back here.
How have I thanked them for all of this?
Breaking it all.
Might as well have spat in their faces.
I'm likely to lose what little is left of it all.
Fuck. I ended up an objectively horrible person.
I don't even deserve help anymore, if anything could even possibly help me get my life together at this point.
With that out of the way, so yeah, I'd been thinking about delay sending a suicide message before I would jump.
I already traumatized her enough, so I worry about just making it worse with a note.
But at the bare minimum, letting them and/or others know is good, right?
They'd never know of my passing without the message, we're thousands of miles apart now.
I think I should avoid veering into self-pity in a note - yes I needed genuine help as a child, but I myself fucked up as an adult once I got said help.
I can't blame anybody but myself.
The record proves that I simply failed.
I don't even deserve the (relative) physical safety I still enjoy (false sense of security btw, it's temporary).
In spite of knowing my fault, my own suffering is still extremely strong and I can not ignore that.
I can't cope with being here (country and specific location in it is source of childhood trauma) any longer, every day and night is hell.
It takes drowning in coping mechanisms throughout the entire day to get through it, barely leaving any space for anything beyond eating and basic hygiene.
Crucially, that has severely disrupted me when I attempted meaningful improvements, leading me to believe it just can not realistically happen anymore - especially with the lack of external guidance and my understanding of life here.
Add to that these trauma-infused surroundings.
The nights are even worse as I can't distract.
Once I turn off the screens, it's all gone, and I'm all alone again.
My thoughts have become near unintelligble, and I can think of little more than wanting the pain to stop.
So having lost the executive function to do much of anything elaborate, idk, I might just reduce a note to be "informative" of my end, and little more, at this point.
Do y'all have any advice regarding a note in general, and/or in my situation specifically?
I'm trying to balance my own needs with that of people I love that I hurt, as well as those who came to know me, and would be curious to hear some outside input.
I know my needs are of comparative lesser importance than the others' because of my misdeeds/failures, but I feel intense suffering all the same, so I need to address it.
Even without much of a note to them or others I know, at the bare minimum I seek the relief ctb offers.
I can't take this cycle anymore.
But I fear the impact that things like a note, giving away belongings or money to folks and similar things would have on them, because I can't think clearly enough to adequately assess such impact on someone else anymore.
Any feedback is much appreciated.
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