I grieve the life I had/what could have been but that won't bring me any peace, if I had access to real medical and psychiatric support then maybe I could attempt recovery again - but I do not have that luxury and I'm just so tired. I have done everything I could to stabilize and cope, created a life I could have loved, but still lost it and failed. Life is just a series of traumas for me, that is the life I have been given and it has been proved to me over and over and over that I cannot make it better on my own.
I still have my sibling's future to sort-out for after I leave (we live in a shitty flat and everything is broken so I want to fix everything up, teach them how to do the bills, fix things when they inevitably break again, and other life things before I CTB). I also still have my notes to write so it still feels like I have things to do for the time being.
I know that this is the way I will go after I have done those things, and I have made peace with that. Not everybody is made for this world and I want to be in control of when I die, I am becoming more psychotic as the weeks pass by and I will not allow myself to hurt anyone else - I do not want to live a life where I am deathly scared of flies and constantly ripping my room apart looking for spy cameras. I can't leave my flat, I push away everyone because I'm scared of [redacted delusional thought], I am terrified everyday and the only thing that helps (weed) makes the paranoia worse and worse but I can't just stop smoking - I am dependant on the stupid shit. Loosing my income has been the final straw, I am now free-loading off of my sibling and they care for me when they aren't working, I now am a stressor rather than the caretaker so I have come to peace with the fact that it is now my time to CTB.