You wrote yesterday that you like life again a little. May I ask you, what particular did you mean? What part of life did you find out that you like?
I arrived at the apartment in a fairly cheerful mood. my mood is very changeable (bipolar/borderline).
I arrived in the apartment, I went to the balcony, I leaned over to spot (not to jump directly) but to spot in the night and my survival instinct was very, very strong... I immediately understood that was going to be very very complicated to jump.. yet I kept imagining the scene many times
I tried to drink a little alcohol and take a very light dose of opioids and there, on the contrary, instead of erasing my survival instinct, I felt floating, well, like in... like in a cocoon... so no more desire from moving from the sofa to watching funny videos on the net. I was high after I called a very distant acquaintance on the net to talk about thoughts of suicide and it ended up making them go away.
and then I thought about my family, about what I was going to miss...but also the fear of missing out, of not dying suddenly, of suffering physically
it's crazy how thoughts can change when you're really on the brink of death...when you tell yourself in 2 minutes I want to die.
but today I became rather depressed again... the euphoric effect of the drugs and the alcohol fell.
and I regret not having jumped. I will surely have a VERY LAST, BUT LAST CHANCE at the end of June, beginning of July... AFTER THE APARTMENT WILL NOT BE AVAILABLE AND FOR ME IN THE REGION WHERE I LIVE 19/20 FLOORS IT IS THE HIGHEST POSSIBLE... IT IS A UNIQUE CHANCE THAT I HAVE ...
You wrote yesterday that you like life again a little. May I ask you, what particular did you mean? What part of life did you find out that you like?
Like the life because or drugs/alcool effect....
And fear of the death who was very near of me