As title says, yesterday hit me hard. I essentially got confirmation that the one bit of hope that had been keeping me functioning, was a tremendous lie. And I suppose I'd been lying to myself as well.
I mix the glass of sn. I gather a few mementos around me, of people I loved and some I still do. And I lay down in my bed to focus my mind. The first glass is sat there staring at me, and SI kicks in. I wrestle with it, I lose.
An hour later. I win. I go to the kitchen, I mix more. And I throw it back without hesitation at all. I say goodbye to someone who means everything to me. I hear their heart breaking. I feel terrible about this, but I'm finally doing something for me. My choice.
I go back to my bed, and lay down. Wait for oblivion. This is at roughly 4.30pm.
Fast forward to 3AM. Roughly fifteen minutes ago. I become aware of something digging into my back. A photo frame, and I realise I'm still here. I don't have the words to describe that. It's a torrent of emotions.
Anyway. I took the Sn. I felt the affects. I lived the mindset of knowing I had just taken a poison to kill me. While I wish I wasn't still here, I'm willing to answer any questions anyone may have. May as well have something good come out of it