ghostofapoet
wicce
- May 17, 2023
- 17
as the post title says, this is my first post on here + i'm nervous for some reason haha.
i joined because i'm suffering from depression + anxiety / agoraphobia. i've been stuck in my room for four-five months this year, and around six-seven months last year. i sneak out at night, or after pressing my ear up against the wall to listen for footsteps - and after hearing nothing i step out to shower or get something to eat. i'm at college, btw, something that might not be true in a couple of days since i've basically failed to attend any of my classes this first semester + no one in my family know, they all think everything is going smoothly.
my family is hyper-religious, hypocritical but religious, and this + the religious environment i grew up in was the catalyst for my depression + anxiety. i'm gay, and nonbinary... something that was wrangled out of me last year in the middle of a sort of panic attack by my parents. they responded with the patented - 'oh, this isn't you. god doesn't make mistakes' and i never wanted to die more in my life.
uni was supposed to be my escape + for a while it was. i live/d on res and it was great. i had friends and we kept each other company and i met someone i loved deeply, he was in the closet... and a christian too.
soon i'd lost all my friends and then going to class alone was starting to become a scary thing, so scary i was petrified every time i neared the radius of the door. my boyfriend kept me company but the relationship somehow made things worse... he made me feel like a tumour, since he's christian he couldn't be seen with me in public (it's a small town) and it just became a lot.
we broke up, i hate him so much. but i still want him back and i can't tell if it's loneliness, a habit i'd formed, or truly love. he says he can't break the facade of a life he's built for my sake. he can't give up this image, for me. even though he claims he loves me through tears and snot. i'm burning with rage at the thought of him, but i want him to hold me.
i'm suicidal.
i want to die. i tried many times. partial hanging, an overdose, and even tried to get myself to jump off a mountain's cliff, but i was too afraid.
i'm so exhausted of living, truly. i think my fucking psychologist is exhausted of me too lol.
i woke up one day and decided to try and get my life together, i messaged my psychologist, and the person in charge of the section i live in + i felt like things could change - only for the latter to never respond to my msg and my psychologist to completely disregard my cry for help in my msg to her.
in my msg i told her that i'd tried to kill myself by od'ing on sleeping medication and tranquilizers my gp had given me for anxiety - i was knocked out for an entire day before coming to (and that was honestly the best day of my life - i felt... nothing and in reminiscence it was the most peaceful i'd ever been) - and she completely glossed over that and didn't attend to anything i asked of her.
it was then that i'd realized that, no matter what i did, no matter if i kept to myself or tried to reach out as everyone advises the depressed and mentally ill to do, i was doomed to be stuck in this cycle of pain.
i just want out.
i just want to return to that quiet, black, void. i don't know if i was asleep, unconscious, or dead for a day. but there was nothing and, somehow, it was everything i needed.
even if i were to get better, i'd return home to my family who doesn't accept me for who i am - and that would be worse than death. there is no happy ending for my story and honestly, i'm okay with that. sometimes sad endings are better than happy endings anyway.
i want to try + ctb soon. i don't have access to a lot and can't get my hands on the holy grail that is SN (sodium nitrate for anyone who was in the dark like me, frantically trying to figure out what 'SN' was lol) i think i want to try partial suspension again but i need help troubleshooting and would appreciate any company, conversation +/or tips.
thanks sm for reading this long rant
i joined because i'm suffering from depression + anxiety / agoraphobia. i've been stuck in my room for four-five months this year, and around six-seven months last year. i sneak out at night, or after pressing my ear up against the wall to listen for footsteps - and after hearing nothing i step out to shower or get something to eat. i'm at college, btw, something that might not be true in a couple of days since i've basically failed to attend any of my classes this first semester + no one in my family know, they all think everything is going smoothly.
my family is hyper-religious, hypocritical but religious, and this + the religious environment i grew up in was the catalyst for my depression + anxiety. i'm gay, and nonbinary... something that was wrangled out of me last year in the middle of a sort of panic attack by my parents. they responded with the patented - 'oh, this isn't you. god doesn't make mistakes' and i never wanted to die more in my life.
uni was supposed to be my escape + for a while it was. i live/d on res and it was great. i had friends and we kept each other company and i met someone i loved deeply, he was in the closet... and a christian too.
soon i'd lost all my friends and then going to class alone was starting to become a scary thing, so scary i was petrified every time i neared the radius of the door. my boyfriend kept me company but the relationship somehow made things worse... he made me feel like a tumour, since he's christian he couldn't be seen with me in public (it's a small town) and it just became a lot.
we broke up, i hate him so much. but i still want him back and i can't tell if it's loneliness, a habit i'd formed, or truly love. he says he can't break the facade of a life he's built for my sake. he can't give up this image, for me. even though he claims he loves me through tears and snot. i'm burning with rage at the thought of him, but i want him to hold me.
i'm suicidal.
i want to die. i tried many times. partial hanging, an overdose, and even tried to get myself to jump off a mountain's cliff, but i was too afraid.
i'm so exhausted of living, truly. i think my fucking psychologist is exhausted of me too lol.
i woke up one day and decided to try and get my life together, i messaged my psychologist, and the person in charge of the section i live in + i felt like things could change - only for the latter to never respond to my msg and my psychologist to completely disregard my cry for help in my msg to her.
in my msg i told her that i'd tried to kill myself by od'ing on sleeping medication and tranquilizers my gp had given me for anxiety - i was knocked out for an entire day before coming to (and that was honestly the best day of my life - i felt... nothing and in reminiscence it was the most peaceful i'd ever been) - and she completely glossed over that and didn't attend to anything i asked of her.
it was then that i'd realized that, no matter what i did, no matter if i kept to myself or tried to reach out as everyone advises the depressed and mentally ill to do, i was doomed to be stuck in this cycle of pain.
i just want out.
i just want to return to that quiet, black, void. i don't know if i was asleep, unconscious, or dead for a day. but there was nothing and, somehow, it was everything i needed.
even if i were to get better, i'd return home to my family who doesn't accept me for who i am - and that would be worse than death. there is no happy ending for my story and honestly, i'm okay with that. sometimes sad endings are better than happy endings anyway.
i want to try + ctb soon. i don't have access to a lot and can't get my hands on the holy grail that is SN (sodium nitrate for anyone who was in the dark like me, frantically trying to figure out what 'SN' was lol) i think i want to try partial suspension again but i need help troubleshooting and would appreciate any company, conversation +/or tips.
thanks sm for reading this long rant