We regret failing our first attempt over a decade ago. We only survived due to choosing a very flawed method. (overdose on diphenhydramine combined with alcohol.) That was hell to say the least. It was so unpleasant and physically hurt so much. It also permanently messed up our brain chemistry in combo with the psych meds we were on at the time. We haven't experienced even fleeting happiness since. Nothing has ever felt real since then either. At best, we can be content and suffering less while unsure if we even really exist as anything more than a conciousness. And we knew as soon as we crossed the line where we knew it was not enough. We had a severe breakdown from the mental pain of our failure and still had to deal with the unpleasantness and pain for a few more hours before finally falling asleep. We only regret not having access to enough information to make a much more informed attempt at the time.
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We regret not making an attempt when our favorite person and now-ex asked for a divorce.. Even as she broke us, we didn't want to hurt her. Now, an attempt would just hurt even more people, so here we still are.
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Now that we are at the point just a few criteria being met will result in another much more thoroughly planned attempt, we still fear another failure or our always absent SI deciding to show up to the party after nearly 29 miserable years on this planet. Doesn't help the fear of failure considering our chosen method is SN and we have SEVERE emetophobia and get nauseous really easily. Still the best available option we have since N may as well not exist anymore and other methods fail one or more of our criteria such as endangering OR severely traumatizing others.
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We thought we accidentally managed to CTB on new years (poly drug use and a new ROA for one of them leading to a few waves of blacking out while not being aware of either our breathing or pulse in between). It was so peaceful we were upset when we realized we were going to survive despite having no intent to CTB in that moment. Even though what we took had no real chance at ending our life at our consumed dosages, we very much did not know that in the moment because we were so out of it from the intended effects of the combo.
We even wrote another hasty note we discovered in our journal on our desk the next day having forgotten we wrote it... The last two words were "Sorry mom." written in handwriting that does not match any of our known alters' writing styles yet had to have been written by one of us. Before the comedown started, we only remember the feelings of inner peace and laying down accepting it if it happened. We were only upset at the pain it would have caused the very few people we love and care about. We cried for hours afterward and haven't felt the same since.
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If it comes down to another intentional attempt, we will do everything we can to ensure we do not survive it. We already have everything we need including anti-emetics, we just hope our criteria to choose to CTB aren't fulfilled as deep down, we do want to get better, our situation is just unbearably awful and could get much worse. We also realize we are an extreme exception in having no SI to speak of. We guess not feeling like anything is real contributes to the lack of such in our case...