ziana
Member
- Dec 1, 2023
- 5
Iv felt suicidal for as long as i can remember but its never been this bad. I remember being on the bus during college and would always fantasise about jumping in the river, how lovely the cold embrace of the water would be as i slipped out of consciousness. my refusal or inability or whatever it is to address this issue has made it worse year on year. Doesn't matter if I'm driving in the car, staring at the alcohol shelf at the shop, thinking about my unused boxes of meds in the cupboard, looking at helium online, half of my daily thoughts revolve around death and I'm unsure if one day ill say fuck it and impulsively chose one of the options. There's a lot of bridges and high places near me and im always thinking about leaping of when i see them.
These thoughts repulse me but i can't stop them. The only way i can sleep is to either distract myself to the point of exhaustion or substance abuse, and any moment of empty time is like an invitation for the torrent of self-damaging thoughts.
I'm wondering at what point it will all be too much to bear. Like an avalanche my suffering breeds itself, I'm a victim of my own impatience to heal, either dont leave bed for days or driven by adrenalin and stress, there are no good days. I need help and treatment because I cant be trusted to take care of myself.
Its one of the hardest things I've had to say but I think I need to be sectioned before i actually kill myself. Its never felt so close or so real.
Iv never spoken to anyone honestly or truthfully about how i feel and its only gotten worse, even when I did CBT i got worse again afterwards and fell into the same cycles, iv never taken my meds consistently or not mixed them with alcohol/substances.
Sometimes days might feel good, but it's always because of distractions like work or gambling or sleeping for 20 hours or abusing substances, but it all just papers over the cracks. Any moment im not distracted i have panic attacks and or start thinking obsessively about suicide.
I've ruined my life but i dont want to make it worse.
There's still those final few doubts, mainly failing and being permanently damaged and living more years even more miserable, and the thought i could potentially traumatise and hurt my family.
Without medical and professional supervision I'm convinced keeping myself safe is impossible, it's only a matter of time.