PlannedforPeru
SaSu. Lurker
- Sep 21, 2024
- 120
STORY/VENT:
I honestly dreaded that I'd ever had an attempt under my belt, just wanted the first to be the last. This morning I tried to CTB using the Inert Gas method via nitrogen and EEBD hood and even with hindsight I couldn't say what went wrong.
I thought I had everything perfect, I found a secluded location, drank alcohol to ease any potential SI, tested with a mannequin head just prior and the oxygen reader dropped to >1 in about a minute. Once I went under the hood though I was in there for around 5 minutes expecting to just knock out sometime under 3. There was little panic, but barely any survival instinct or nothing. The reason I took it off is at the rate it was going if I was still conscious watching the PSI meter tick down then I worried there wouldn't be enough to finish the job. I don't even know how it's possible that I stayed awake that long.
This was it, I had accepted that there was no future from here on with me in it besides a corpse. I cried, pleaded, and yelled in the back of my car till my voice went raspy wondering "why?". I thought I'd be one of the lucky few to soak up info on SS and CTB without a hitch; unfortunately it seems the universe has different ideas, and my fear of becoming a long-time lurker here will be realized.
I'm tired, I moved on this plan for months just to be left hanging to dry, I want to attempt again but I don't know if I have it in me, getting there took so much energy. This was supposed to be one of if not the easiest ways out that's realistically accessible and it was supposed to be painless and peaceful and god damn successful. The SI for me was not putting on the hood, it is rebuilding the emotional drive of doing it again. I'd parallel the feeling to how you would react to a job you been pining or grinding for not falling through.
I'm hardly human anymore, I can't relate to those in my circle who are thinking about who likes them, their dream job, or their bucket lists nor do I really want to. My bucket list is having a hitman blow my head off some random night after I go to sleep.
If I couldn't do this, I don't think I could do anything short of a nembutal equivalent. Well, back to the grind I guess. Suffice to say I'm not emotionally sober rn but I'm fantasizing about a life of self-medicating with alcohol or drug abuse as so far the "right" techniques mental wellbeing has done jack shit.
INFORMATIONAL:
To provide a little bit of hopefully a constructive critique of my own technique to impart my on knowledge those who have yet to try. If you have the privacy and the budget, go for a big tank enough so to not have to worry the same way I did (mine was 40cf which I believed was enough at 25/LPM). If you have a hood, I'd recommend doing the exit bag breathing technique of hyperventilating for two minutes and going in after an exhale. Lastly, I think my breathing in the hood was not ideal, I took short-ish rapid breaths in and out.
There were and as of now no physical symptoms of my attempt, no lightheadedness, no headache, nothing.
I honestly dreaded that I'd ever had an attempt under my belt, just wanted the first to be the last. This morning I tried to CTB using the Inert Gas method via nitrogen and EEBD hood and even with hindsight I couldn't say what went wrong.
I thought I had everything perfect, I found a secluded location, drank alcohol to ease any potential SI, tested with a mannequin head just prior and the oxygen reader dropped to >1 in about a minute. Once I went under the hood though I was in there for around 5 minutes expecting to just knock out sometime under 3. There was little panic, but barely any survival instinct or nothing. The reason I took it off is at the rate it was going if I was still conscious watching the PSI meter tick down then I worried there wouldn't be enough to finish the job. I don't even know how it's possible that I stayed awake that long.
This was it, I had accepted that there was no future from here on with me in it besides a corpse. I cried, pleaded, and yelled in the back of my car till my voice went raspy wondering "why?". I thought I'd be one of the lucky few to soak up info on SS and CTB without a hitch; unfortunately it seems the universe has different ideas, and my fear of becoming a long-time lurker here will be realized.
I'm tired, I moved on this plan for months just to be left hanging to dry, I want to attempt again but I don't know if I have it in me, getting there took so much energy. This was supposed to be one of if not the easiest ways out that's realistically accessible and it was supposed to be painless and peaceful and god damn successful. The SI for me was not putting on the hood, it is rebuilding the emotional drive of doing it again. I'd parallel the feeling to how you would react to a job you been pining or grinding for not falling through.
I'm hardly human anymore, I can't relate to those in my circle who are thinking about who likes them, their dream job, or their bucket lists nor do I really want to. My bucket list is having a hitman blow my head off some random night after I go to sleep.
If I couldn't do this, I don't think I could do anything short of a nembutal equivalent. Well, back to the grind I guess. Suffice to say I'm not emotionally sober rn but I'm fantasizing about a life of self-medicating with alcohol or drug abuse as so far the "right" techniques mental wellbeing has done jack shit.
INFORMATIONAL:
To provide a little bit of hopefully a constructive critique of my own technique to impart my on knowledge those who have yet to try. If you have the privacy and the budget, go for a big tank enough so to not have to worry the same way I did (mine was 40cf which I believed was enough at 25/LPM). If you have a hood, I'd recommend doing the exit bag breathing technique of hyperventilating for two minutes and going in after an exhale. Lastly, I think my breathing in the hood was not ideal, I took short-ish rapid breaths in and out.
There were and as of now no physical symptoms of my attempt, no lightheadedness, no headache, nothing.
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