sorry if this comes off as a vent? this was almost a year ago and I've stopped caring about it for the most part. Just wanted to share my story for anyone who is interested.
Anyways, I have before, I was in the midst of one of the worst episodes of my life. I had been in a constant state of psychosis for months, obsessing over my FP who I couldn't have a relationship with anymore. And he never made it clear whether we could get back together or not which made me spiral more. After tormenting myself for what felt like forever I got super drunk one night ~10pm and got a gun from a spot where I knew my dad kept it. I pulled a few bullets out of their chambers and gave It a spin (revolver obv, I forget what kind but it had hollow point rounds. 2 bullets.). I then proceeded to yell at my FP to tell me to pull the trigger for what felt like hours until the police showed up and escorted me to a hospital to be admitted to a ward. Did I probably scar him for the rest of his life? yup. Do I regret it? No, he is the source of so many of the issues I struggle with today. Making him feel or see a fraction of the pain I endured and still continue to endure felt good, and it will continue to feel good.
My issue was that my SI was too strong and I was convinced he would tell me to pull the trigger (even though that's unrealistic, I didn't know that because I was in a psychotic episode), I stalled for long enough for the police to show up to my house (FP called them), and ended up failing with a method that would normally be 100% successful. At least with what I was using it should have been. I still don't view it as a failure because I got back at the person who made my life hell for months (months that felt like years) and I can't describe what I would do to hear the phone call between him and the 911 operator that night. I rarely feel so much hate for one person but he is an exception.
Sometimes I go back and read the diary I kept during the months leading up to my attempt, I wrote entries almost daily and the decline In my mental health is very apparent. I was already mentally ill before he left me, but his staying around made me get a lot worse. He abandoned me after I came back from the ward. He was gone and I was left alone to fix the things he broke on the way out. Namely making me out to be insane to all of our mutual friends. I'm glad I was able to see my friends because I HAVE been doing a lot better, but I will never forgive him for leaving me the way I am now. And I feel that I'm right for that.