
dontlookatme
Super dead
- Dec 12, 2020
- 8
I haven't decided to ctb but I can't actually discuss it with anyone who can't even view it as an option.
Background: depressed since childhood, family/social issues. I have a history, a few botched-confused attempts a little more than a decade ago, mainly utterly reckless self harm resulting in burns, poisoning, hospitalization, etc., nothing committed enough to be a firm decision, just hoping I would be "unlucky" enough to die. Silly me, never one for planning.
then I started playing a game that gave me a compelling fantasy world to escape to, gave me happy (well, grim dark) place to be some one other than myself and have imaginary friends and enemies. God, me. Why me? Why do I wake up every morning and I am still stuck being me of a fucking people??
I had a upswing in life, married some sexy lunatic, reproduced and then went south real hard.
Any moment to myself is spent thinking about self harm.
I can't return to my fantasy space because I can't neglect my child and I don't want to be an awful parent like mine were. It's more complex than just these things of course, but nobody has all day for this shit and I need to get just park of it off my chest so I can stop crying long enough to take my bebe to the park.
Fucking Christ all I can hope for in life is that my little one isn't as miserable as I have been.
I'm trapped in this nightmare of my life having become the things I've always feared.
Is it better for him to have an always crying, depressed mother or no mother?
Oh yeah, purely hypothetical here. This is a philosophical , rule-abiding discussion. No one is encouraging or responsible for anything by discussing the various points of an issue.
Background: depressed since childhood, family/social issues. I have a history, a few botched-confused attempts a little more than a decade ago, mainly utterly reckless self harm resulting in burns, poisoning, hospitalization, etc., nothing committed enough to be a firm decision, just hoping I would be "unlucky" enough to die. Silly me, never one for planning.
then I started playing a game that gave me a compelling fantasy world to escape to, gave me happy (well, grim dark) place to be some one other than myself and have imaginary friends and enemies. God, me. Why me? Why do I wake up every morning and I am still stuck being me of a fucking people??
I had a upswing in life, married some sexy lunatic, reproduced and then went south real hard.
Any moment to myself is spent thinking about self harm.
I can't return to my fantasy space because I can't neglect my child and I don't want to be an awful parent like mine were. It's more complex than just these things of course, but nobody has all day for this shit and I need to get just park of it off my chest so I can stop crying long enough to take my bebe to the park.
Fucking Christ all I can hope for in life is that my little one isn't as miserable as I have been.
I'm trapped in this nightmare of my life having become the things I've always feared.
Is it better for him to have an always crying, depressed mother or no mother?
Oh yeah, purely hypothetical here. This is a philosophical , rule-abiding discussion. No one is encouraging or responsible for anything by discussing the various points of an issue.
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