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- Jun 18, 2018
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Did you reflect over your life? I'm afraid to do that because then doubt may creep in. Sentimentality seems like a thing that would fuck it all up.
Exit Bag? Nitrogen or helium?I fell unconscious very quickly, and all I could hear and think about was the sound of my breathing in the plastic bag.
Jonnydoeuk .Thankyou.I will xxFucking live for your son !!! Your husband didn't commit suicide now if he did there's a sense that he didn't feel for his son and so why should you have compassion BUT he didn't commit suicide he died of tragic circumstances- do you really think he would want his son your son to live without one parent ?? Fuck Laura you can do this - get off this site please just for a bit book yourself into a one to one with a counsellor maybe two sessions I don't know three four ... this site is doing you no favours - if by dad has died via a heart attack I'd be cut up I'd inconsolable but over time I'd accept that nature had its way with him but if my mum committed suicide no I'd never get over it ever because that's not nature taking its course
Promise me you'll log out the site take your son the beach an amusement arcade a fair a walk in the park treat him to ice cream look at it him and in him see your husband and when he has children see your husband in then
Fuck Laura you have a chance grasp it
Exit Bag? Nitrogen or helium?
Neither actually. I had chloroform and soaked a rag in it, and secured it over my mouth and nose: put a plastic bag over my head with a rubber band.
I fell unconscious (I don't know for how long) but woke up to burn marks on my face and chest from the chloroform, and the next few days got acute liver failure and ended up in the ICU.
I think the chloroform rag slipped off at some point, and the bag had been torn off my head (I probably did this involuntarily while I was unconscious).
I didn't tell anyone about it, but after 3 days of not being able to keep any food down, my friend took me to the hospital and they sent me to the ICU.
Long story short, they never figured out why my liver failed and they didn't think I'd make it, but over about 10 days my liver miraculously recovered.
Yeah the liver thing was a mystery, I'm thinking the chloroform I inhaled made it's way to the liver and thus the liver failure.Interesting, perhaps binding or weighing down your arms would've ensured the bag stayed on?
The liver is also quite the mystery, maybe some of the chloroform from the rag seeped through your mouth and down your throat as unlikely as that sounds.
I tried to hang myself when I was a teenager, and was freely hanging when the knots untied.Did you reflect over your life? I'm afraid to do that because then doubt may creep in. Sentimentality seems like a thing that would fuck it all up.
Don't you wish all of us who feel this way could be friends? We would all "get it" bc so many feel the same exact way.I reflect on my life on a daily basis. Nothing worth really to remember. My life has been fucked as long as I can remember. As I've gotten older, I started isolating myself more and more. Nowadays, it's just me and my thoughts.