Nephthys22
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- Aug 16, 2020
- 34
I thought Saturday would be the day but it wasn't, once I decide to eat, I automatically know I am going to live another day. I thought I would Sunday would be the day, yet here it is Monday and I am still here. SI is powerful. I am terrified of what will happen afterwards. I am afraid that it will hurt and there will be suffering. I am afraid of surviving and having to deal with all the ramifications of my decisions. I am tired of hearing "It will get better" when I know full well it wont and this phrase only leads to me to lash out and push away the people who are doing all they know how to do to help. My husband who is aware of my condition made the comment "what if you have to spend all of eternity watching everything you didn't get to do because you chose to end your life prematurely." I don't want this illness, I don't want to feel this way, but as I have spent a good portion of my younger years in psychiatric hospitals and dealing with ideation, I feel as though it will never get better. I feel as though I may not have a terminal physical illness, I feel as though my mental illness is terminal. I have my "kit", but it mainly sits untouched. Sometimes things I see on this forum are comforting, sometimes they are terrifying. I wish I was stronger than I am, but depression and anxiety feels so much stronger. The society that I live in very rarely cares about these types of problems and issues. My job is a major stressor and things have progressively gotten worse since I have started there. It is easy to say find another one, but I feel as though I have a moral obligation , and finding something else is even more stress on me, especially in a time where I should feel grateful that I am employed. Plus, I lack the energy. On the way to work, I often hope for some kind of accident to occur, actively pray for it. I hope that the next day I don't wake up. I feel as if death not done by my hands, and that I had no control over it is somehow better. Perhaps, I should look more towards recovery. I have always been a fierce advocate of battling your demons and not taking no for an answer, but these days its getting harder and harder and I feel I am only left with the option of CTB if i want to end this cycle. I also feel a great deal of guilt. Not towards anyone in particular, but towards individuals who have it so much worse than I do, and still manage to find happiness and reasons to continue in their lives and find things they look forward to. Its hard to explain to anyone that I find no pleasure in anything anymore. Things that use to bring me joy no longer do. I don't know if I will ever have the gumption to CTB. I have made it this long after all. Thanks for listening to my vent.
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