commonloon
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- Sep 1, 2022
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I haven't been actively suicidal in months, but suddenly I'm finding myself fixating on the idea of jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge. It's not usually tied to a specific desire to end things or any acute anguish, it's more of a looping set of mental images that I get trapped in. I can mostly pull myself out of them by distracting myself or talking to loved ones, but sometimes all I want to do is sink deeper into them. It feels fucked up that I would want to choose the fantasy of killing myself over living my life or being present for others I care about—and even more so when I'm not even particularly suffering and can't justify the urge to call it quits. But sometimes I do indulge in the fantasy, and it feels even more satisfying knowing how fucked-up and unnecessary it is… how fucked up and undeserving I am. It's almost like masturbating, where the shame makes the fantasy/urge increasingly more alluring and grotesquely detailed, and of course more shameful. In the past I've gotten like this with self-harm too, and even delved into some kink stuff as a way to process it—not really in healthy ways. I think I am just trying to feel something.
I don't really want to jump but god fucking damn it I want to jump. And I've decided(?) I'm going to keep thinking about it until I go to sleep.
If anyone has similar experiences or insights into this I'd be happy to hear them.
I don't really want to jump but god fucking damn it I want to jump. And I've decided(?) I'm going to keep thinking about it until I go to sleep.
If anyone has similar experiences or insights into this I'd be happy to hear them.