
samishii
What's the point?
- Dec 24, 2021
- 103
This is about my attempt on 14 April 2021,
I was going to be jumping from an under-construction building, high enough to kill me with some certainty. It was all planned out, over a period of a month, I had set my social media accounts to be deleted, latest of which was going to be deleted on April 13 and I wanted to leave before my 18th birthday, so I had less than a week's window.
The actual plan was to go on 13th itself, but something happened that day. My uncle (one of the two favourite people of mine, the other being my sister) had really bad fight at his home with his wife and parents. He left his home and went to a river. Me and my sister called him several times and he finally picked up, we talked, and it was just me trying to convince him to get back home. At the end my sister was able to convince him. After some time, he called us and said "sorry you had to deal with me acting like that". I couldn't ctb that evening.
That situation changed something in me.
So the next evening, I am on the ledge, listening to before I go by Billie Eilish, ready to jump at the end of the song, somewhat happy and calmest I had ever felt, and I got a call from my only friend at the time. Idk why I picked up. It was a very casual conversation by our standards, him talking about his mental health, how his day was, how he didn't like his new shrink etc. I didn't even give him a hint about where I was or what I was gonna do. I hadn't let anyone know about how fucked up I was, not even to him.
After the call, I got a thought about what would happen to him after I ctb? I was also his only friend. And then started my overthinking. I just couldn't do it after this. I didn't jump. That is a big regret of mine, Have been hating myself even more for it. I still wanted to die, just as much. But I couldn't do it.
P.s.- sorry for any typos or missing stuff. I am drunk yet again. I think I am becoming an alcoholic
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I was going to be jumping from an under-construction building, high enough to kill me with some certainty. It was all planned out, over a period of a month, I had set my social media accounts to be deleted, latest of which was going to be deleted on April 13 and I wanted to leave before my 18th birthday, so I had less than a week's window.
The actual plan was to go on 13th itself, but something happened that day. My uncle (one of the two favourite people of mine, the other being my sister) had really bad fight at his home with his wife and parents. He left his home and went to a river. Me and my sister called him several times and he finally picked up, we talked, and it was just me trying to convince him to get back home. At the end my sister was able to convince him. After some time, he called us and said "sorry you had to deal with me acting like that". I couldn't ctb that evening.
That situation changed something in me.
So the next evening, I am on the ledge, listening to before I go by Billie Eilish, ready to jump at the end of the song, somewhat happy and calmest I had ever felt, and I got a call from my only friend at the time. Idk why I picked up. It was a very casual conversation by our standards, him talking about his mental health, how his day was, how he didn't like his new shrink etc. I didn't even give him a hint about where I was or what I was gonna do. I hadn't let anyone know about how fucked up I was, not even to him.
After the call, I got a thought about what would happen to him after I ctb? I was also his only friend. And then started my overthinking. I just couldn't do it after this. I didn't jump. That is a big regret of mine, Have been hating myself even more for it. I still wanted to die, just as much. But I couldn't do it.
P.s.- sorry for any typos or missing stuff. I am drunk yet again. I think I am becoming an alcoholic
