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rosieunmaskd
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- Dec 2, 2023
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I don't know if i want to CTB. Recently suicide is all i've been able to think about, sometimes i find myself wishing something would happen that resulted in my death and every thought is about ways i could and when the best time for me to CTB would be. I suffer with BPD and have severe anxiety as well as depression and i tend to go through waves and episodes of being suicidal but each time i go through one, the urge is stronger and stronger and my impulse control has not been improving. I do yoga daily, practice DBT, eat as well as i can, I have good grades in school and i take pretty good care of myself so you'd assume i'm doing okay. I'm not. Despite allllll of my efforts and all the energy and time i put into trying to better my quality of life and mental health, this shit is unfortunately for life and it's really frustrating knowing no matter what i do, or how much i do, im always going to be struggling. The thing is, i want to live. I want to experience life fully and live it out just as all my peers are. There's things i care about and want to be around for, and to witness. I wish it could just be that easy. Everything has lost value to me, i don't care. About anything. I try to live my life and every second thought is about bashing my head, slitting my neck, blowing my brains out, ODing, the exit bag, just anything that has to do with ending my life. It's only my dad, brother and I at home so 90% of the time i'm left alone completely. my relationship with either of them is not very close. We're all just kinda people who live together. I have 2 best friends but both of them have other friends that they're just as close with. I would talk to them but i don't like to open up, it's useless and i won't be understood. Neither of them deserve to carry the weight of my pain either. Their bags are already pretty full. I've talked to councillors and psychiatrists and doctors but they all tell me the same useless bullshit i've tried. (when i attended) I would often leave appointments more frustrated and unwell than i was prior to the appointment. Everything fucking sucks and i'm so so tired. My dad is aware of (A VERY SMALL PORTION OF) my issues. ie: self harm, body image. I haven't told him about my suicidal tendencies and ideations, he doesn't know how much suffering i'm really going through, but when he found out about my self harm he removed most objects i could use to harm myself and/or use to end my life, out from the house. He doesn't keep pills (other than advil) in the house anymore either. It's the most annoying thing ever but i'm also grateful. The only thing keeping me going is the hope that maybe there's a reason for this. My suffering must have a purpose. I must end up rewarded, for all of this upheaval and unnecessary pain would've been for nothing. what a tragedy that would be. Ive just gotten worse and worse. I'm spiralling. i dont know if i want to CTB but i know i will. It's inevitable. I can feel myself nearing the edge every day, the weight of everything is growing and i'm not strong enough to hold it.