sorrowful
My exhaustion knows no end
- Feb 13, 2023
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Hello. This will be a quite long, thank you to anyone who reads. I'll be talking a bit about me, my life, and what has led me here. I also would like to know if anyone thinks my decisions are irrational. I've been told it before, that I am not thinking properly because of my mental health issues. To me, I believe I am thinking clearly, though I guess I wouldn't be able to tell.
I do not remember much from my early childhood, but I was told a few stories later on. My mother was a heroin addict (would steal my belongings and sell them to get drugs drugs) and was young when she had me, my father quite older, sex offender etc. Not a very good beginning. I ended up in custody of my grandparents, and my mother would remain in and out of my life a lot. I'd see her, she'd disappear for 5 years and pop-up again with all sorts of "sorries" and repeat. I knew she couldn't look after me when I was very young, a lot of the time she'd be passed out but I don't get why she still does it now. I feel very unwanted by her, then again I understand how much she has struggled too. I always thought it never bothered me much, I didn't think of her too often from what I recall. That was just how it was and I accepted it. I still don't feel much towards the whole thing, but as I've grown I realized it had to of impacted me in some way. Recently, I found out my father died of an overdose, it's strange. He is awful, and I hate him. But, there are things I wish I could of asked him. Adding onto my family, my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer a few months ago. She is the person who raised me so, it has been hard. I am sticking around for her. My family does not have much money, our house is filthy, mold which we get sick from often. I have tried to help with cleaning but it is almost impossible. My grandfather is a bit of a hoarder, and has breathing difficulties so cleaning is hard for him. We have barely had people in the house because of this. Whenever my doctor comes around, I feel so ashamed. I do not blame my grandparents. They have done what they could and they looked after me, I just wish things did not get this bad. Though I know I can't leave my grandmother like this.
I know that I had difficulties as a child. I felt empty, or upset a lot. I was indifferent to the other people at school. I had strange thoughts and acted in strange ways, I started self-harming at 8 and saw the school counsellor occasionally (horrible experience, fuck you ms devas). I never was also never able to talk to people because I had, and still have, something called "selective mutism", I almost switch off in any kind of talking situation. 1 on 1, groups, hell even phone calls/voice messages so that has made it hard to make any type of friendships. I didn't really care if I was alone, but it did feel humiliating to always be alone.
Slightly more triggering. I have a history of sexual trauma, being 12 when I was first raped, and then forced into sexual acts with multiple people in exchange for money/drugs. I guess it was forced prostitution. I stopped caring when it would happen. I'd just try find something to focus on, like an imperfection in the wall. I'd stare at that imperfection until it was over and then move on with my day. I never cried. If I ever was assaulted on the street it hardly meant anything to me. I simply couldn't care. I'd already been through worse and it was nothing new to me. My teenage years were rough, I really discovered how cruel people were.
Due to mental struggles, I dropped out of school at 15. I never had any interest in the "help" I was offered to get back into education. I still have time now as I could go to university, I just don't want to because I believe I will CTB soon. This also includes not getting a job/being able to, so financially I would be in trouble if I were to go on another few years. I also believe I am a burden to my family right now, as I'm not a child anymore, I should have my own job and be doing things on my own. They have bigger things to worry about than having to still care for me, they say I shouldn't worry but I can tell when they say it that they don't mean it. I do cause them a number of issues, with my own drug use (fell into the same heroin + xanax hole), getting in trouble with police/doing "stupid" things and ending up in hospitals where they have had to come and collect me from stations at like 3am. I have been seeing therapists, psychiatrist for a while for struggles like ed, anxiety, depression, schizophrenia and I am on medication though I do not find anything much help. Already had no energy but meds make it 10x worse, I do not want to do anything. No changes in mood ever, I have never thought that life could be worth living for myself. I have always felt like this isn't the place for me. There is not much that brings me joy. Anyone close to me, I push away. Not because I feel they could hurt me and I am scared of that, but I just cannot seem to connect with anyone. Occasional conversations with people are something I don't mind, but close relationships? I can't do them. I feel more connected to the characters I made up in my head or from shows (one of the things I can still enjoy, thankfully), I love escaping this reality with imagination. It's comforting. I've never been happy with myself. I've never even wanted to get better, I don't think there is any. Death to me is the true escape from suffering. Thinking of being free is so nice for me. I can imagine my final moments. Being able to let this life go it is truly all I want.
Some people say that you should wait until you are 25 to ctb, or older. That's still a few years away for me, it is not something I am willing to wait for. I don't see myself changing or wanting to live in this hellish world. I have a plan that I know will work and it's definite for me that I will go through with it in the next year or two.
I do not remember much from my early childhood, but I was told a few stories later on. My mother was a heroin addict (would steal my belongings and sell them to get drugs drugs) and was young when she had me, my father quite older, sex offender etc. Not a very good beginning. I ended up in custody of my grandparents, and my mother would remain in and out of my life a lot. I'd see her, she'd disappear for 5 years and pop-up again with all sorts of "sorries" and repeat. I knew she couldn't look after me when I was very young, a lot of the time she'd be passed out but I don't get why she still does it now. I feel very unwanted by her, then again I understand how much she has struggled too. I always thought it never bothered me much, I didn't think of her too often from what I recall. That was just how it was and I accepted it. I still don't feel much towards the whole thing, but as I've grown I realized it had to of impacted me in some way. Recently, I found out my father died of an overdose, it's strange. He is awful, and I hate him. But, there are things I wish I could of asked him. Adding onto my family, my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer a few months ago. She is the person who raised me so, it has been hard. I am sticking around for her. My family does not have much money, our house is filthy, mold which we get sick from often. I have tried to help with cleaning but it is almost impossible. My grandfather is a bit of a hoarder, and has breathing difficulties so cleaning is hard for him. We have barely had people in the house because of this. Whenever my doctor comes around, I feel so ashamed. I do not blame my grandparents. They have done what they could and they looked after me, I just wish things did not get this bad. Though I know I can't leave my grandmother like this.
I know that I had difficulties as a child. I felt empty, or upset a lot. I was indifferent to the other people at school. I had strange thoughts and acted in strange ways, I started self-harming at 8 and saw the school counsellor occasionally (horrible experience, fuck you ms devas). I never was also never able to talk to people because I had, and still have, something called "selective mutism", I almost switch off in any kind of talking situation. 1 on 1, groups, hell even phone calls/voice messages so that has made it hard to make any type of friendships. I didn't really care if I was alone, but it did feel humiliating to always be alone.
Slightly more triggering. I have a history of sexual trauma, being 12 when I was first raped, and then forced into sexual acts with multiple people in exchange for money/drugs. I guess it was forced prostitution. I stopped caring when it would happen. I'd just try find something to focus on, like an imperfection in the wall. I'd stare at that imperfection until it was over and then move on with my day. I never cried. If I ever was assaulted on the street it hardly meant anything to me. I simply couldn't care. I'd already been through worse and it was nothing new to me. My teenage years were rough, I really discovered how cruel people were.
Due to mental struggles, I dropped out of school at 15. I never had any interest in the "help" I was offered to get back into education. I still have time now as I could go to university, I just don't want to because I believe I will CTB soon. This also includes not getting a job/being able to, so financially I would be in trouble if I were to go on another few years. I also believe I am a burden to my family right now, as I'm not a child anymore, I should have my own job and be doing things on my own. They have bigger things to worry about than having to still care for me, they say I shouldn't worry but I can tell when they say it that they don't mean it. I do cause them a number of issues, with my own drug use (fell into the same heroin + xanax hole), getting in trouble with police/doing "stupid" things and ending up in hospitals where they have had to come and collect me from stations at like 3am. I have been seeing therapists, psychiatrist for a while for struggles like ed, anxiety, depression, schizophrenia and I am on medication though I do not find anything much help. Already had no energy but meds make it 10x worse, I do not want to do anything. No changes in mood ever, I have never thought that life could be worth living for myself. I have always felt like this isn't the place for me. There is not much that brings me joy. Anyone close to me, I push away. Not because I feel they could hurt me and I am scared of that, but I just cannot seem to connect with anyone. Occasional conversations with people are something I don't mind, but close relationships? I can't do them. I feel more connected to the characters I made up in my head or from shows (one of the things I can still enjoy, thankfully), I love escaping this reality with imagination. It's comforting. I've never been happy with myself. I've never even wanted to get better, I don't think there is any. Death to me is the true escape from suffering. Thinking of being free is so nice for me. I can imagine my final moments. Being able to let this life go it is truly all I want.
Some people say that you should wait until you are 25 to ctb, or older. That's still a few years away for me, it is not something I am willing to wait for. I don't see myself changing or wanting to live in this hellish world. I have a plan that I know will work and it's definite for me that I will go through with it in the next year or two.