I was found by a stranger because after my overdose on Lamotrigine I thought it was a good idea to go for a walk. Maybe I wanted to be found? All I know is I didn't want my son to find me at home. I was found unconscious and fitting next to the road.
I'm now further medicated and receiving regular contact with the mental health services. I tried to CTB because I couldn't find another way out of my situation. My marriage had ended, I was married to the only person who ever made me feel like I couldn't CTB (it's been a constant thought since I was about 13, I turned 42 around a month ago). I couldn't live with her and my son but I couldn't live anywhere else. The solution was obvious.
Since then my situation has really not improved, if anything it has gotten worse. I was moved in with my mom, a woman I was low contact with. Each day living with her was hell. Towards the end of November I just walked out and been non-contact since, I didn't say goodbye or anything, just gone. I was lucky to move in with a friend, though now I feel like I can't CTB because I'd be a very rude house guest to leave her with a dead body in her spare room.
Each day recently has made me regret more and more surviving (turns out my ex was having an affair and is now working to replace me in my son's life with her affair partner). She is using my bipolar against me and limiting me to seeing him every other weekend, if I'm lucky while her affair partner gets regular contact. I am watching myself rapidly get replaced and when I see my son he keeps going on about her affair partner.
So if you have any concerns on if CTB is right for you, speak to your doctor and family. I will be speaking to my care coordinator this week about how far I am into planning now. Maybe I want help, maybe I want to CTB; all I know is I no longer want to feel like I need to CTB.