I'm planning for my exit for today. I've actually been planning to do it day by day for a few days now but I put it off because at night I kinda feel not as bad for some reason. Since last March when I took antibiotics from a stupid walk-in clinic doctor who gave them to me even after I tested negative for a UTI ("take them just in case") I've had a bunch of GI and rectal issues that have made my life a living hell (they're also embarrassing and humiliating to talk about but basically it's just 24/7 pain and sensation of needing to go that never abates).
It took more than half a year to get doctors to take me seriously because they kept saying it was just "IBS", assuming I was lying that I never felt it before the antibiotics, and whatever. All my scopes are clean. I've been on a ton of other things since, strong prescription laxatives, more antibiotics, I've done x-ray, MRI, CT, and pelvic floor physio which found tension but I've been doing stretches and since then they say there's no tension. I finally saw a GI after a year of waiting and he said it was a tight muscle causing that feeling, though I don't know why it would be causing my stomach to hurt too but I guess it might be related? I've been given valium Suppositories and muscle relaxers. It isn't helping. I already was in a psych ward (voluntarily) because I was contemplating suicide. That got me at least some tests faster but once they decided it was "functional" and in my head, they let me out.
Every day I just think about ending it. I have 1 last test, an MRI defecogram on Friday that will maybe show something but probably not. Maybe this is just my effing brain screwing with me. Maybe there's something wrong with me that people will never find until after I'm gone. I don't know, but my life is hell every day.
But at the same time, there's a couple things keeping me alive, one is the possibility to visiting my best friend who lives in Australia. We've known each other for over a decade but I never went because I was waiting to be done with school and then COVID hit and then this s- happened. And if it really is all in my head maybe being with a human being and being warm and distracted will help.
The other is streaming, which I stopped doing after this all started but started again recently and it's like okay, it doesn't make anything go away but for the period I'm playing and streaming, things are slightly more bearable and idk maybe if I just do it every day then I'll relax and everything will be fine.
I'm very alone. My family has already been looking into assisted suicide in my country and when it looked possible I felt a lot calmer, like knowing this wouldn't be forever if nothing improves. Not now it looks like it's unlikely to impossible due to my condition not being a priority and my age and everything. They're looking into Switzerland but it'll still be like a while if I even get approved and idk.
I feel like basically either I live or I die. If I'm going to wait that long I might as well just see if I get better with a vacation.
It's stupid because with the test just a week way I kinda don't want to do it. I don't want to wake up for it, I don't want to have to do now prep, I don't want more humiliating probing in my private areas (I'm also a SA survivor), and I don't want more doctors telling me everything looks fine. I kinda really just want to end it now.
But also i kinda don't, it feels like I'm lying to myself because every day I wake up and the cycle repeats and I never feel any better, but I just wonder if maybe if I can stream regularly and make it past some more appointments either a solution is found out I can get to Australia and idk.
But a much larger part of me wants to just end it all and not find out what happens next. If I had a gun or a pill that I could take that guaranteed death, I already would have. I want to OD but I guess the chances of that are bad, so probably a combination of taking pills and FSH.
But idk I just need somebody to talk to about this I guess. When I mentioned looking into assisted suicide most of my friends basically just stopped talking to me because they don't want me to die and therefore, ironically, I'm alone with my own thoughts about this. My mom doesn't want me to die either but she also has been watching me suffer for a year.