justkenisfine
Life is like a hurricane, here in Duckburg
- Feb 13, 2023
- 14
I'm having a big relapse right now and I just want everything to be over. I've been in venlafaxine for a while which is my third antidepressant and it was finally something that *worked*. I've been in therapy off and on for years now and I'm feeling comfortable with my therapist after all that time. I'm queer and have for the first time ever other queer friends who love and support me everything was going so fucking well but it's just over now. The magic of all of that is over and I still feel the same way I've felt since I was a teenager.
A few months back I had the opportunity to overdose on a massive amount of medicine I was hoarding but I was too stupid and too much of a pussy to actually do it. A faculty member of my university found out about my suicide plan and was calling me every day to get rid of the pills. I remember dissolving them in a coke bottle in the dorm shower rooms and thinking "if I drank this instead of flushing it this would all be over" but I didn't and now I feel like an idiot. A few months after that I had finally reached my date and I had all of the materials to gas myself in my car but I still couldn't bring myself to do it and ended up voluntarily committing myself which ended up being a huge mistake.
Now it's summer break from college and I'm back at my parents house and I can't take it anymore. It's only a month in but I just can't do this. I have everything I could want, a loving family, good friends, a partner, a job, all of it but every fucking day I come home from work and spend the rest of the day thinking of ctb. Why can't I enjoy anything in my life? Why was I put on this Earth, born into such amazing circumstances, stumbled ass backwards into everything I could ever dream of and still don't feel even an ounce of happiness. The spark is just completely gone now and I can't get it back. I can't wait to end things I'm so fucking tired of this.
A few months back I had the opportunity to overdose on a massive amount of medicine I was hoarding but I was too stupid and too much of a pussy to actually do it. A faculty member of my university found out about my suicide plan and was calling me every day to get rid of the pills. I remember dissolving them in a coke bottle in the dorm shower rooms and thinking "if I drank this instead of flushing it this would all be over" but I didn't and now I feel like an idiot. A few months after that I had finally reached my date and I had all of the materials to gas myself in my car but I still couldn't bring myself to do it and ended up voluntarily committing myself which ended up being a huge mistake.
Now it's summer break from college and I'm back at my parents house and I can't take it anymore. It's only a month in but I just can't do this. I have everything I could want, a loving family, good friends, a partner, a job, all of it but every fucking day I come home from work and spend the rest of the day thinking of ctb. Why can't I enjoy anything in my life? Why was I put on this Earth, born into such amazing circumstances, stumbled ass backwards into everything I could ever dream of and still don't feel even an ounce of happiness. The spark is just completely gone now and I can't get it back. I can't wait to end things I'm so fucking tired of this.