BloodStainedAntlers
sic labitur aetas
- Aug 2, 2026
- 6
I'm sorry, this turned out longer than I intended it to.
I've tried everything to keep myself distracted and busy but genuinely nothing helps anymore. I don't actively want to CTB rn (i dont really care if i died today, its more about not wanting to hurt/upset the handful of people that care about me for some reason), but i just cant getit out of my head. I have a post-mortem letter written (basically my will and a few other wishes/instructions), i have researched on a fuckton of methods to CTB and know which ones I'd use. I wake up in the morning thinking about death, i get myself busy and still think about death, i go outside and i try so hard to get it off my mind for just one bit but i just cant. hell i cant even fucking sleep without graphic dreams of taking my own life.
And it makes me all the more upset because right now my life is not too bad. If it wasnt for my stupid incompetent brain, i could genuinely be pretty happy. But no. My life is far from perfect, ive been through a lot of shit for most of my life and i cant escape the shadows of the past, ive been sexually assaulted & raped miltiple times from childhood until my mid teen years, i was bullied for most of my life, was in a 3 year long emotionally and physically abusive relationship, am a recovering addict (2021 was a rough fucking year), lost family members to addiction, lost some of my closest friends to suicide (i don't resent them, i just miss them dearly, but i know theyre at peace wherever they are now). Im mentally ill and have HSD which causes my body to constantly fuck itself up and which leads to me have chronic pain (and have had so for 5 years now). My mother had a rough childhood and turned into a narcissist, which i cant really blame her for, but she fucked me up in so many ways that i just cant seem to fix anymore. I've had 3 proper attempts in the past and countless half-assed ones, have struggled with selfharm for a decade now, have been in and out of therapy with little success. And on top of that I'm a neurodivergent & queer guy living in a world that hates queer people and doesnt give a fuck about neurodivergent people.
So yeah, my life wasn't/isn't all sunshine and rainbows, but right now its better than its ever been. I have a few friends that are genuinely amazing people and that care about me, my homelife has gotten significantly better in the past few years (yeah I still live at home, im a student and cant afford to move out atm even working a part time job), I don't get bullied anymore, and I'm in a relationship with a woman that is genuinely a blessing disguised as a human, shes the light of my life. Im still in pain and i still cant seem to fully move on/heal from my past, but things are so much better than they used to be.
But yet, I cannot stop thinking about death. About my own death, by my own hands. I've always known that suicide will be my cause of death, whether it wouldve been at age 16, 18 or at age 85, i just know i will CTB someday. And I've come to terms with that, i dont mind it at all. But it upsets me to know that even when i technically have a chance to feel better/do better in life, my brain just wont fucking let me.
TLDR; Life could be good rn but i still cant stop thinking about CTB every minute of every day. And I'm fucking tired of everything.
Thank you for reading this wall of a text, and I'm sorry.
I've tried everything to keep myself distracted and busy but genuinely nothing helps anymore. I don't actively want to CTB rn (i dont really care if i died today, its more about not wanting to hurt/upset the handful of people that care about me for some reason), but i just cant getit out of my head. I have a post-mortem letter written (basically my will and a few other wishes/instructions), i have researched on a fuckton of methods to CTB and know which ones I'd use. I wake up in the morning thinking about death, i get myself busy and still think about death, i go outside and i try so hard to get it off my mind for just one bit but i just cant. hell i cant even fucking sleep without graphic dreams of taking my own life.
And it makes me all the more upset because right now my life is not too bad. If it wasnt for my stupid incompetent brain, i could genuinely be pretty happy. But no. My life is far from perfect, ive been through a lot of shit for most of my life and i cant escape the shadows of the past, ive been sexually assaulted & raped miltiple times from childhood until my mid teen years, i was bullied for most of my life, was in a 3 year long emotionally and physically abusive relationship, am a recovering addict (2021 was a rough fucking year), lost family members to addiction, lost some of my closest friends to suicide (i don't resent them, i just miss them dearly, but i know theyre at peace wherever they are now). Im mentally ill and have HSD which causes my body to constantly fuck itself up and which leads to me have chronic pain (and have had so for 5 years now). My mother had a rough childhood and turned into a narcissist, which i cant really blame her for, but she fucked me up in so many ways that i just cant seem to fix anymore. I've had 3 proper attempts in the past and countless half-assed ones, have struggled with selfharm for a decade now, have been in and out of therapy with little success. And on top of that I'm a neurodivergent & queer guy living in a world that hates queer people and doesnt give a fuck about neurodivergent people.
So yeah, my life wasn't/isn't all sunshine and rainbows, but right now its better than its ever been. I have a few friends that are genuinely amazing people and that care about me, my homelife has gotten significantly better in the past few years (yeah I still live at home, im a student and cant afford to move out atm even working a part time job), I don't get bullied anymore, and I'm in a relationship with a woman that is genuinely a blessing disguised as a human, shes the light of my life. Im still in pain and i still cant seem to fully move on/heal from my past, but things are so much better than they used to be.
But yet, I cannot stop thinking about death. About my own death, by my own hands. I've always known that suicide will be my cause of death, whether it wouldve been at age 16, 18 or at age 85, i just know i will CTB someday. And I've come to terms with that, i dont mind it at all. But it upsets me to know that even when i technically have a chance to feel better/do better in life, my brain just wont fucking let me.
TLDR; Life could be good rn but i still cant stop thinking about CTB every minute of every day. And I'm fucking tired of everything.
Thank you for reading this wall of a text, and I'm sorry.