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heylightiforgot
Experienced
- Apr 30, 2019
- 256
I can't accept/make peace with suicide. I'm too attached to my own lost potential as a person, and hung on the life I 'could have had'. Everything I love is here on earth, but logically I know I will never be able to access any of it again, due to the severity of my health issues and dire living situation. It seems unfair I was only here once, and this is how things turned out. I know life isn't 'fair' .. but still.
I just don't understand what will push me to end it. I have no quality of life whatsoever and I'm trapped in this tormented reality of endlessly obsessing over how things could have gone differently. I can't watch TV, listen to music etc. It's almost literally just me alone with my thoughts in the dark most of the day. I don't believe I have suicide 'in me', and it's almost like the more sick/helpless I become, the less capacity I feel to go through with it, but there is such immense pressure on me at home and one wrong slip up/cry-for-help and I end up in a psych ward again (as a severely ill person) where I will die anyway. What's worse is my severe physical vulnerability makes an 'impulsive' attempt (e.g. after a fight at home) impossible because any stress cripples me instantly. It's easy to plan, pick a date etc. to feel some sense of control, but the reality of actually ending it is too overwhelming. I don't want to die, and I don't want to watch myself die.
I know people will say this means I'm not ready, suicide isn't for me etc. But honestly, I have no choice. I'm just buying time each day with my family, barely scraping by physically. Everytime I delude myself I'm 'okay' with it, the terror hits anew. Even benzos don't take that away. Nothing does.
It really sucks. I am always a person who has been a 'problem solver' or content with just small comforts and I think I could have happily kept existing if I had made it out of my abusive home years ago. I don't know. I wonder if part of this has to involve self-forgiveness -- accepting that reaching this point wasn't my fault. Which I do, in a way. But you just can't 'outthink' SI.
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I just don't understand what will push me to end it. I have no quality of life whatsoever and I'm trapped in this tormented reality of endlessly obsessing over how things could have gone differently. I can't watch TV, listen to music etc. It's almost literally just me alone with my thoughts in the dark most of the day. I don't believe I have suicide 'in me', and it's almost like the more sick/helpless I become, the less capacity I feel to go through with it, but there is such immense pressure on me at home and one wrong slip up/cry-for-help and I end up in a psych ward again (as a severely ill person) where I will die anyway. What's worse is my severe physical vulnerability makes an 'impulsive' attempt (e.g. after a fight at home) impossible because any stress cripples me instantly. It's easy to plan, pick a date etc. to feel some sense of control, but the reality of actually ending it is too overwhelming. I don't want to die, and I don't want to watch myself die.
I know people will say this means I'm not ready, suicide isn't for me etc. But honestly, I have no choice. I'm just buying time each day with my family, barely scraping by physically. Everytime I delude myself I'm 'okay' with it, the terror hits anew. Even benzos don't take that away. Nothing does.
It really sucks. I am always a person who has been a 'problem solver' or content with just small comforts and I think I could have happily kept existing if I had made it out of my abusive home years ago. I don't know. I wonder if part of this has to involve self-forgiveness -- accepting that reaching this point wasn't my fault. Which I do, in a way. But you just can't 'outthink' SI.
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