NutOrat
Sleepwalking
- Jun 11, 2025
- 88
More than two months ago I told my father I was suicidal. We talked a lot, about my reasons, about my feelings, I hurt him deeply. He didn't understand my point of view, of course. That was to be expected. Then why did I tell him? I was very suicidal, had my rope ready, and was in such panic that I did it on impulse. I hate myself for doing it, I want to die even more now.
I told my mother. I don't know why, again, I was in distress and not thinking straight. As expected, she got hurt too, and probably is even more regressive in her thinking, so obviously she didn't understand my point of view. Instead, just like him, she quickly jumped on blaming the internet, telling me that I haven't seen the world to know if it's worth it or not, all the template responses. She cried, a lot. I hate myself, I'm a stupid piece of shit. What was I hoping for? Why? What did that achieve other than made them more alert of my actions and worry more?
I have to ctb now, I can't live any longer. The more I do, the more they will worry. I've already hurt them, there is no going back. I can't erase their memories, so there's no stopping now. They don't know about the rope. I don't care if it's not the right one. The hardest part is putting effort into learning how to do the slipknot again (I forgot), going outside and finding the right tree. Worst case scenario, we have a wall pull-up bar in the living room, I'd rather not do it right there, I know my brother or grandma will find me. I'd rather do it somewhere where at most a stranger might see me. I couldn't find many fitting trees around, I'll have to go farther in the fields. It's too hard, and as I'm writing this I realize I most likely won't follow through with it, but I don't know what else to do. I'm so distraught, I regret ever opening my mouth. I don't know what to do with myself. What do I do? I can't take it anymore.
I told my mother. I don't know why, again, I was in distress and not thinking straight. As expected, she got hurt too, and probably is even more regressive in her thinking, so obviously she didn't understand my point of view. Instead, just like him, she quickly jumped on blaming the internet, telling me that I haven't seen the world to know if it's worth it or not, all the template responses. She cried, a lot. I hate myself, I'm a stupid piece of shit. What was I hoping for? Why? What did that achieve other than made them more alert of my actions and worry more?
I have to ctb now, I can't live any longer. The more I do, the more they will worry. I've already hurt them, there is no going back. I can't erase their memories, so there's no stopping now. They don't know about the rope. I don't care if it's not the right one. The hardest part is putting effort into learning how to do the slipknot again (I forgot), going outside and finding the right tree. Worst case scenario, we have a wall pull-up bar in the living room, I'd rather not do it right there, I know my brother or grandma will find me. I'd rather do it somewhere where at most a stranger might see me. I couldn't find many fitting trees around, I'll have to go farther in the fields. It's too hard, and as I'm writing this I realize I most likely won't follow through with it, but I don't know what else to do. I'm so distraught, I regret ever opening my mouth. I don't know what to do with myself. What do I do? I can't take it anymore.