
RealLostSoul
once rock bottom, always rock bottom
- Oct 11, 2019
- 211
Funny how easy it was to get SN. Only had to pay a few extra bucks for the costumes. The vacation was okay, the worst thing was that I was burdened by my chronic grief and couldn't really enjoy anything. Everything was like a dream. Time flew pretty fast though. The only time I was in a decent mood was when I took xanax at night and we went to the beach and vibing to the music. I haven't had enough for every day so one night my friend offered me snuff tobacco and he said it makes him chill and everything and I was like yea fuck it whatever I try this but idiot me either not accommodated to nicotine / forgot that my antidepressant (apparently) interacts with nicotine went absolute nuts. I was extremely nauseous and vomited 10 minutes straight then almost fell unconscious. This experience was really unpleasant af and it kind of makes me worried SN could potentially feel similar too. Despite me recovering pretty quickly after a while it was really shitty physically. I don't want death to be like that. I will definitely need to get antiemetics, which shouldn't be too much of a problem. The only thing really delaying my attempt is the fact that I haven't found a good place to do it yet. I will need to do this now but have to wait until I have access to our car.
Other than that I will get the bottle from my friend's house soon and then test it. I hope I get this over with soon because honestly when I landed with the airplane back into the grey soup of my hometown I felt it... this is it. the future only holds bad things for me and I really don't want to live through that. I lost my loved ones already there is nothing left, I can't do this anymore fuck life.
I regret not doing it many years ago when I was 15 honestly, life was garbo af and I would have spared myself from this misery shit. And before you ask, no becoming a junkie is the last fucking option for me I rather die. I rather die than going to a mental hospital too. What am I supposed to do there? Lay in the bed catatonic with severe depression staring at the ceiling? Will this bring anyone back or undo time? No. The biggest myth is that "time heals all wounds", no idea who came up with this shit but the more time flies by and the older I get the worse my mental health becomes, and desperation increases.
Anyways will update you soon.
Other than that I will get the bottle from my friend's house soon and then test it. I hope I get this over with soon because honestly when I landed with the airplane back into the grey soup of my hometown I felt it... this is it. the future only holds bad things for me and I really don't want to live through that. I lost my loved ones already there is nothing left, I can't do this anymore fuck life.
I regret not doing it many years ago when I was 15 honestly, life was garbo af and I would have spared myself from this misery shit. And before you ask, no becoming a junkie is the last fucking option for me I rather die. I rather die than going to a mental hospital too. What am I supposed to do there? Lay in the bed catatonic with severe depression staring at the ceiling? Will this bring anyone back or undo time? No. The biggest myth is that "time heals all wounds", no idea who came up with this shit but the more time flies by and the older I get the worse my mental health becomes, and desperation increases.
Anyways will update you soon.
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