I ended up going to the psych ward after walking like 5 miles to an abandoned house I knew of and sitting there with the noose around my neck, above an old garage.. I couldn't bring myself to push off the side..
I went to the hospital, I talked to a friend and she drove me.. but now I'm out, I got bipolar meds, all the same problems, woopdeedoo.. I am sorta sick of life. I don't wanna catch everyone by surprise but honestly the meds they gave me might give me the gumption to finish it.
They might have inadvertently given me a good med to help too..
I got Lamictal and Zyprexa.. well if I took a bunch of the Zyprexa (olanzapine) that causes respiratory depression.. been reading about 1,4-Butanediol for an hour or 2 now, GHB sounds pretty lovely.. combine these ideas with my original nitrous and a bag on my head idea.. PLUS a noose, while standing.. I have a real good chance of making myself pass out all at once.. Oh and memantine hydrochloride I already have for an NMDA antagonist.
I mean, survival instinct only goes so far. I think if I can get fucked up enough to just drop and get myself to a hotel or somewhere I won't have someone I know find me, that could work. I should get my last check from the last job I worked soon.
Going through the motions with the mental health shit.. I might not go to jail over my DUI like I thought but I am sick of the world.. Honestly..
I am tired of wondering what, if anything, is on the other side. I don't look forward to aging or my future, only potential entertainment.. like Rick and Morty season 4, stupid shit like that keeps me alive.. I lack purpose. I don't feel like finding a new one at 35 with 2 DUIs due to mental health issues.. mom dead at 62 from the flu.. gram died the month before her.. I am just tired.
I don't really wanna be around anymore.
I am gonna be Mr Brave Face on social media I think.. then just sorta be gone one day. If I order the 1,4-Butanediol I'll post more. I'll see what money I get.. I should get enough for a cheap hotel room, enough 1,4-Butanediol, maybe a little vodka, memantine in me, take too many olanzapine, then I'd just be reeling already with the noose around my neck and take a hit of nitrous.. hopefully it'd be like virtually painless.. like you didn't even do it..
The hardest part is the actually doing it part. I mean I sat in that house with the noose attached to a beam, where the floor to the old garage below was broken out, and I couldn't hop off the side. I was like "who would find me?" and I really wish life was just less cruel.. but I think it will keep playing it's jokes and tricks on me..
I will see how I feel later.
Right now, I think if I had all those supplies, I'd go through with it.
I got memantine. I got a rope or sheet.. I can tie a slipknot.. alcohol is easy to get.. really a sedative like GHB (1,4-B is a prodrug for GHB) can cause a rapid loss of consciousness on it's own.. can't imagine with a dissociative and maybe some alcohol.. and then a thienobenzodiazepine they happened to give me like olanzapine on top.. I might even just be able to die from an overdose if I were lucky but I don't wanna wake up with breathing tubes and shit..
God this is shit.