willitpass
Don’t try to offer me help, I’ve tried everything
- Mar 10, 2020
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I'm doing so well right now with my suicidal thoughts, I haven't wanted to actively die in a few months. I have never been doing this well with my suicidal thoughts. I've still had depressive episodes though, including with self-harm urges. But lately my biggest battle has been my eating disorder returning. I'm not actively engaging in too many behaviors, but the thoughts are very strong and I've caved into them a few times so it wouldn't surprise me if I fully relapse this year.
But today I've been thinking, one of these days my mental illnesses will kill me. I've known this for about 10 years now so it isn't a surprise, though I've always thought it would be suicide and never considered my eating disorder, though today I'm realizing that may be a possibility if I continue down this road. It's just hitting me how sad that is today, because mentally I've been doing well these past few months other than my eating disorder. I've been happy, I've been getting out, I've started seeing someone, I love my job and hope to return to school soon. I have so many plans for myself. But I know I will never make it to old age and I know (unless some accident happens) that I will be the cause of my own death. I won't get to accomplish all of the things I would love to. I won't have kids despite desperately wanting them since I was a child. I won't have a full, happy life. And that's sad. It's sad what mental illness has robbed me of.
And I've tried everything to treat it, eve red medication under the book, multiple intensive therapy programs, several inpatient stays, and a residential. I even tried ECT. The only treatment I haven't tried is Ketamine therapy, which I'm open to but I will wait until I am having a severe suicidal relapse because I'm currently stable enough in regular talk therapy that I don't want to mess with things. I just wish I didn't have to be terminal.
But today I've been thinking, one of these days my mental illnesses will kill me. I've known this for about 10 years now so it isn't a surprise, though I've always thought it would be suicide and never considered my eating disorder, though today I'm realizing that may be a possibility if I continue down this road. It's just hitting me how sad that is today, because mentally I've been doing well these past few months other than my eating disorder. I've been happy, I've been getting out, I've started seeing someone, I love my job and hope to return to school soon. I have so many plans for myself. But I know I will never make it to old age and I know (unless some accident happens) that I will be the cause of my own death. I won't get to accomplish all of the things I would love to. I won't have kids despite desperately wanting them since I was a child. I won't have a full, happy life. And that's sad. It's sad what mental illness has robbed me of.
And I've tried everything to treat it, eve red medication under the book, multiple intensive therapy programs, several inpatient stays, and a residential. I even tried ECT. The only treatment I haven't tried is Ketamine therapy, which I'm open to but I will wait until I am having a severe suicidal relapse because I'm currently stable enough in regular talk therapy that I don't want to mess with things. I just wish I didn't have to be terminal.