Ontwon
Searching for wholeness
- May 4, 2023
- 49
Hey everyone,
So I've been suicidal for years and I'm very nearing the razor's edge now. I got a shotgun, going to the range in an hour to learn how to use it, then tie up a couple loose ends. After that there's nothing stopping me from ctb-ing except SI and hope which is a four letter word that only keeps me trapped here :/
Don't know why I'm bothering to write a post, I guess just wanting to reach out one last time, I want someone to save me from myself if I'm honest because this whole business is scary. I don't want to die. I want life to stop being what it continues to be and stop hurting so much. All that I try to "get better" fails so yeah I'm feeling pretty defeated right now. I'm tired of all this and tired of the methods I'm given to improve things because those too hurt and are tiring.
It's a pity party I'm having really, and it's kind of disgusting, sick really when you think about it. But then again these are all stories in my head so they have little truth, or I don't know what about them is actually trustworthy. Is this a pity party, a cry for help, for attention, a pointless lethal gesture? I don't know. I can't know. I have little left in me that desires to know anymore but just a vat of fear, and shame.
Hope someone can understand, thank you for reading
So I've been suicidal for years and I'm very nearing the razor's edge now. I got a shotgun, going to the range in an hour to learn how to use it, then tie up a couple loose ends. After that there's nothing stopping me from ctb-ing except SI and hope which is a four letter word that only keeps me trapped here :/
Don't know why I'm bothering to write a post, I guess just wanting to reach out one last time, I want someone to save me from myself if I'm honest because this whole business is scary. I don't want to die. I want life to stop being what it continues to be and stop hurting so much. All that I try to "get better" fails so yeah I'm feeling pretty defeated right now. I'm tired of all this and tired of the methods I'm given to improve things because those too hurt and are tiring.
It's a pity party I'm having really, and it's kind of disgusting, sick really when you think about it. But then again these are all stories in my head so they have little truth, or I don't know what about them is actually trustworthy. Is this a pity party, a cry for help, for attention, a pointless lethal gesture? I don't know. I can't know. I have little left in me that desires to know anymore but just a vat of fear, and shame.
Hope someone can understand, thank you for reading