ghostspace
ghost space, ghosts pace
- Feb 10, 2020
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Hi everyone. I know it's been a while since I've posted here. A lot's gone on and there have been highs and lows over the past few months.
I just learned today that my therapist will no longer be taking insurance and the combined cost of both continuing therapy and my additional medicinal treatment will be $960 per month, an amount that I cannot afford, nor can my family.
I'm taking this as a sign that it's time for me to go. I contribute nothing to this world and am a burden, financially and otherwise, on everyone I care about. It's true things could get better, but without the support and care that's been keeping me afloat, I don't want to spend any more time suffering here, waiting for a possible positive in what feels like a barren wasteland of a life.
I have gotten by solely with the support of therapy and specific treatment and there aren't options to replace or supplement that support in other ways. It took a decade to find the right people and medicine and now, without that, I no longer feel that there is hope of recovery anytime soon.
Honestly, it does come down to money, but even if I could afford it for now or had help, it adds tremendously to my stress knowing that I can't independently choose the treatment that works for me; I don't want to rely on someone else's money because that adds another level of uncertainty and I can't bear it.
I have decided to take my life using the traditional SN method on June 12, 2020 at 10 PM. I'm getting my affairs in order currently and have acquired all the materials I need to complete suicide at that time.
I'm so grateful to this site and everyone I've become friends with here. The kindness and empathy you've shown me is nothing like I've ever experienced before and I can't thank you enough.
I'll be around a bit this month before I go. I love you all very much and want to be able to properly speak with anyone who wants to talk and say goodbye in a not-so-sudden way.
I love you so much.
—ghost
edit: I'm scared, I don't want to be alone. That doesn't mean I'm not ready, just that the thought of waiting this month out before leaving the world makes me sad and anxious. Suicide has always scared me, but I've always known it was going to be my way of leaving sooner or later. This is sooner than expected, but I can feel that it's time; it's a deep, hollow, reluctant feeling, but also the bubbling anticipation of permanent relief.
I just learned today that my therapist will no longer be taking insurance and the combined cost of both continuing therapy and my additional medicinal treatment will be $960 per month, an amount that I cannot afford, nor can my family.
I'm taking this as a sign that it's time for me to go. I contribute nothing to this world and am a burden, financially and otherwise, on everyone I care about. It's true things could get better, but without the support and care that's been keeping me afloat, I don't want to spend any more time suffering here, waiting for a possible positive in what feels like a barren wasteland of a life.
I have gotten by solely with the support of therapy and specific treatment and there aren't options to replace or supplement that support in other ways. It took a decade to find the right people and medicine and now, without that, I no longer feel that there is hope of recovery anytime soon.
Honestly, it does come down to money, but even if I could afford it for now or had help, it adds tremendously to my stress knowing that I can't independently choose the treatment that works for me; I don't want to rely on someone else's money because that adds another level of uncertainty and I can't bear it.
I have decided to take my life using the traditional SN method on June 12, 2020 at 10 PM. I'm getting my affairs in order currently and have acquired all the materials I need to complete suicide at that time.
I'm so grateful to this site and everyone I've become friends with here. The kindness and empathy you've shown me is nothing like I've ever experienced before and I can't thank you enough.
I'll be around a bit this month before I go. I love you all very much and want to be able to properly speak with anyone who wants to talk and say goodbye in a not-so-sudden way.
I love you so much.
—ghost
edit: I'm scared, I don't want to be alone. That doesn't mean I'm not ready, just that the thought of waiting this month out before leaving the world makes me sad and anxious. Suicide has always scared me, but I've always known it was going to be my way of leaving sooner or later. This is sooner than expected, but I can feel that it's time; it's a deep, hollow, reluctant feeling, but also the bubbling anticipation of permanent relief.
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