
Alexei_Kirillov
More beast than man
- Mar 9, 2024
- 1,269
I had the perfect window last year.
For three months, my motivation to die was stronger than the inertia, the habit, of living. For three months, I was capable of overcoming the survival instinct and the fear that comes with it. And I did attempt (two or three times, depending on how you count), but at the time, no method was available to me that met the criteria I set out for myself (ex. minimizing impact on others).
Ironically, as my window was closing, as my burgeoning desire for a person that had recently appeared in my life started to jockey for position against my ever-present will to die, or even overcome it altogether--which I was, and still am, very angry about--, I bought SN (thanks to this site). But by the time it arrived, it was already too late: my window had closed. SI was back in full force, and though I still could not stop thinking about dying, about how badly I wanted to die, about how I just didn't want to be here anymore, the thought of actually going through with it started to become more frightening than relieving, which is a far-cry from how I felt when my window was open. Back then, the idea of everything fading to black and never awakening again only elicited feelings of peace.
Fast-forward to now, and I have suffered through an additional 464 days since that first attempt. On each one of those days, I have regretted that I did not succeed. And the worst part of it all is that there is no sign that I am approaching another such window in the foreseeable future; I estimate my chances of surviving this year to be at 95%.
Of course, I have, in a sense, "gotten better." My soul is, on average, lighter, though I still have some really bad days, and I don't feel the constant weight of a thousand bricks bearing down on me, draining the life out of me and leaving me too exhausted to even contemplate living another day. Yet I still want to die. Suicide is always on my mind. I even have a spreadsheet with my plan ready to go, with a formula for the dates so that I can enter any CTB date and the dates for the tasks I need to do will automatically update.
My biggest fear is that I will either remain at this tolerable level of suffering, or that I will even get better (which makes me wonder if I should start purposely creating suffering for myself in order to avoid that), and I will never have another chance to CTB. And I don't want to live out another 60 years on this earth. My story ended last year, and the ending was perfect. Now I've just been writing the epilogue, and so much time has passed, and continues to pass, that I fear one day, the epilogue will become longer than the book itself...
Does anyone else have this fear? Do you think it's realistic, or do you think you'll eventually get your chance again?
For three months, my motivation to die was stronger than the inertia, the habit, of living. For three months, I was capable of overcoming the survival instinct and the fear that comes with it. And I did attempt (two or three times, depending on how you count), but at the time, no method was available to me that met the criteria I set out for myself (ex. minimizing impact on others).
Ironically, as my window was closing, as my burgeoning desire for a person that had recently appeared in my life started to jockey for position against my ever-present will to die, or even overcome it altogether--which I was, and still am, very angry about--, I bought SN (thanks to this site). But by the time it arrived, it was already too late: my window had closed. SI was back in full force, and though I still could not stop thinking about dying, about how badly I wanted to die, about how I just didn't want to be here anymore, the thought of actually going through with it started to become more frightening than relieving, which is a far-cry from how I felt when my window was open. Back then, the idea of everything fading to black and never awakening again only elicited feelings of peace.
Fast-forward to now, and I have suffered through an additional 464 days since that first attempt. On each one of those days, I have regretted that I did not succeed. And the worst part of it all is that there is no sign that I am approaching another such window in the foreseeable future; I estimate my chances of surviving this year to be at 95%.
Of course, I have, in a sense, "gotten better." My soul is, on average, lighter, though I still have some really bad days, and I don't feel the constant weight of a thousand bricks bearing down on me, draining the life out of me and leaving me too exhausted to even contemplate living another day. Yet I still want to die. Suicide is always on my mind. I even have a spreadsheet with my plan ready to go, with a formula for the dates so that I can enter any CTB date and the dates for the tasks I need to do will automatically update.
My biggest fear is that I will either remain at this tolerable level of suffering, or that I will even get better (which makes me wonder if I should start purposely creating suffering for myself in order to avoid that), and I will never have another chance to CTB. And I don't want to live out another 60 years on this earth. My story ended last year, and the ending was perfect. Now I've just been writing the epilogue, and so much time has passed, and continues to pass, that I fear one day, the epilogue will become longer than the book itself...
Does anyone else have this fear? Do you think it's realistic, or do you think you'll eventually get your chance again?