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hexerei
New Member
- Apr 11, 2026
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I've basically always wanted to ctb, it's weird. Literally when I found out what the word was, and what it conveyed, I wanted it. It's only been recently that I've been trying to find a way out of that feeling, I would say more than three quarters of my life was spent wanting to kill myself and not feeling bad about it. I've been a little worried about that recently. I've tried basically everything to make me not want to do it; years of counseling, different medications, recreational substances, changed my life and viewpoint around multiple times, and it just doesn't matter. My family is very crunchy and have talked me out of every single medication I've taken, and then used the withdrawals as proof that they were bad for me. If they know I'm taking something, it becomes the focal point of every discussion. If I feel just a little off, it's the meds. If I let myself down, it's the meds. If I feel weird, it's the meds. Instead it was all because I'm just not busy enough.
I went out and fixed that too, right? I have a hobby now, I go out and see people on the weekends, I work 40 hours a week. I have a job that more than sustains me in a field that's technically something I trained for, with bosses that care and I could stay there for twenty odd years and be taken care of.
But I still wanna do it!!
Any success just serves to help make sure that when it inevitably happens, it's better taken care of. I have hopes for paying for my funeral and arranging things to be alright when I die. Nothing else really matters to me. It makes me sad knowing that everything is still like this even when I get things figured out. I knew, intuitively, that it wouldn't just end if I started making a little more money, but it still kind of stings. I've spent years thinking the root of all of this is just hating myself for being a burden, and now I'm not and it's still this bad.
I went out and fixed that too, right? I have a hobby now, I go out and see people on the weekends, I work 40 hours a week. I have a job that more than sustains me in a field that's technically something I trained for, with bosses that care and I could stay there for twenty odd years and be taken care of.
But I still wanna do it!!
Any success just serves to help make sure that when it inevitably happens, it's better taken care of. I have hopes for paying for my funeral and arranging things to be alright when I die. Nothing else really matters to me. It makes me sad knowing that everything is still like this even when I get things figured out. I knew, intuitively, that it wouldn't just end if I started making a little more money, but it still kind of stings. I've spent years thinking the root of all of this is just hating myself for being a burden, and now I'm not and it's still this bad.