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nasttya
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- Nov 12, 2023
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Hello everyone, my name is Nastya, or I just want to be called that. I have been wanting to commit suicide for a long time in my life because I realized myself as a transgender person. My country recently passed a law banning transgender transition. Now I understand that I will never have a quiet life. I will be unemployed, I will not achieve anything, because my dead day will forever be next to me. I take antidepressants, but they are of no use to me, because I still realize my insignificance and understand that I am becoming useless, I lose the strength to live and I cannot do anything at all that will allow me to exist. I don't go to school, even though my parents have already spent money on college. I will never be able to emigrate, I don't have money and never will. When I told a psychiatrist at a public clinic about my thoughts of suicide, I was admitted to the hospital and I was isolated from the world. I was essentially not allowed to do anything except read books and smoke. I had to tell a lie to be allowed to go home. To say that I'm fine. I feel this hatred, hatred from the state. The truth is, no one tells me personally about their hatred. Several times I thought about an overdose of what I have: clomipramine, mirtazapine, quetiapine. And I thought about painless ways. However, I can't make up my mind and it's very difficult for me. It would be easier to cut my veins or jump from a height (I live in a 9-story building).
Hello everyone, my name is Nastya, or I just want to be called that. I have been wanting to commit suicide for a long time in my life because I realized myself as a transgender person. My country recently passed a law banning transgender transition. Now I understand that I will never have a quiet life. I will be unemployed, I will not achieve anything, because my dead day will forever be next to me. I take antidepressants, but they are of no use to me, because I still realize my insignificance and understand that I am becoming useless, I lose the strength to live and I cannot do anything at all that will allow me to exist. I don't go to school, even though my parents have already spent money on college. I will never be able to emigrate, I don't have money and never will. When I told a psychiatrist at a public clinic about my thoughts of suicide, I was admitted to the hospital and I was isolated from the world. I was essentially not allowed to do anything except read books and smoke. I had to tell a lie to be allowed to go home. To say that I'm fine. I feel this hatred, hatred from the state. The truth is, no one tells me personally about their hatred. Several times I thought about an overdose of what I have: clomipramine, mirtazapine, quetiapine. And I thought about painless ways. However, I can't make up my mind and it's very difficult for me. It would be easier to cut my veins or jump from a height (I live in a 9-story building).