When I was a child I'd say I leaned more to pro-life. I'd see it on the news and I'd ask my mother why. How could someone kill themselves? How could they leave their family and friends? Looking back I realise I just couldn't understand. I believe you can't truly understand suicide until you've been in a position where you're seriously contemplating taking your own life.
When I reached my high school years, I often thought about it. Never made a plan, but I'd remind myself that it was always an option if I wanted it. But I don't think I was ever that serious back then.
Once I left high school, I started working full time as well as college. I much preferred working over college as I'm more of a 'do it' type of person rather than sitting around writing all day. I worked there for 3 years until I couldn't take it anymore. Management was terrible, we were always under staffed, and no one was actually trained. I left and started working at McDonalds.
McDonalds was always meant to be a temporary job while I looked for something else. Unfortunately after a couple months of working at McDonalds I started to realise I had no choice but to ctb. I've been diagnosed with Autism now, and so I can understand my reasoning a little better, but at the time, I felt trapped in this job. I can't possibly go through another job interview, I'm terrible at social situations, it just makes me too anxious. I either work here forever or die. Might sound a little drastic to those who don't understand Autism that well, there is no cure, I either get on with life and be the outsider or I take the shortcut to finish the race.
So the past 2 years are where I seriously started thinking of suicide, but I had it as an option for a long time. I have 3 attempts in the past 2 years, all of which were impulsive. Something that comes with the autism is the need to plan my suicide to the last detail. I almost finished my plan which was SN method. I obtained the SN and all I needed was some metoclopramide. Unfortunately, my SN was discovered after I overdosed on something else and was passed out for 2 days. Police seized it and now I'm sectioned in a psych ward.
I've been in the psych ward for 2 months now and I've tried to be positive about it and give it a chance but nothing is able to change my mind. I still want to die more than anything. None of the medications are working and at this point I'm starting to believe that there is nothing to 'cure', this is just how I am.