
prettymenherachan
Member
- Sep 11, 2024
- 13
I have been suicidal for a huge chunk of my life. Ages 13ish to 23ish. Ten years, and I am 24. If you asked me a few years ago if I was going to CTB, I would tell you the only thing stopping me was fear of death. I constantly had plans and methods bouncing around my noggin. I finally settled on a method when I decided to try getting on the pills I was so afraid of, reasoning I now had nothing left to lose. Shocker- the pills actually helped me and now I have no intent of ending my life.
However, I still often find myself weighing options. It's odd because I have no intent, but when I discover a new method I still feel compelled to research it and imagine myself going through. It gets to a point where the thoughts distress me. My therapist explains it's like walking a path in the forest so long you've created a trail- now it's hard to branch off and go off the trail. But it feels so strange to me.
This is more of a vent, but I also would like to hear from others who also struggle with these compulsive planning fantasies. I suppose the oddest part is I do not even want to cure them. I like the idea of having an exit strategy in case everything goes to shit again. For example, if I got a nasty terminal illness and decided to die on my own terms. Perhaps it is even a strange form of nostalgia. I suppose even living in hell can feel nostalgic with time.
However, I still often find myself weighing options. It's odd because I have no intent, but when I discover a new method I still feel compelled to research it and imagine myself going through. It gets to a point where the thoughts distress me. My therapist explains it's like walking a path in the forest so long you've created a trail- now it's hard to branch off and go off the trail. But it feels so strange to me.
This is more of a vent, but I also would like to hear from others who also struggle with these compulsive planning fantasies. I suppose the oddest part is I do not even want to cure them. I like the idea of having an exit strategy in case everything goes to shit again. For example, if I got a nasty terminal illness and decided to die on my own terms. Perhaps it is even a strange form of nostalgia. I suppose even living in hell can feel nostalgic with time.