Seiko
"Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby."
- Jul 9, 2021
- 167
First post here.
Attempted on the 5th of July. My method of choice was simple suspension. I had tied a slipknot and square knotted it to my doorknob. There were enough fireworks and padding to mask the body thrashing. I posted a note near my body and slowly suspended down compressing my carotid and jugular arteries with full intentions.
I find it intriguing that so many people are able to near immediately go unconscious with simple suspension. Even with applying more pressure than what is needed—which is only 7lbs—my head felt on the verge of exploding before unconsciousness. Your body will absolutely tell you when your brain isn't getting blood. Seconds short of blackout, I pussied out. Tried a couple more times, same shit. Tasted blood afterwards.
Since that attempt, I now have a strong aversion to anything regarding asphyxia or strangulation. I cringe whenever I get pins and needles knowing that was what I did to my brain. I also now get random episodes of dry heaving and lightheadedness. For anyone attempting this method, just know it only takes a few seconds of strangulation to give yourself a TBI. I would get it checked out, but in the slim chance I don't CTB, my "dream" job does require a security clearance.
I am so grateful I am nearing the age of purchasing a firearm. Pulling a trigger is so much easier than sticking it out until blackout in a noose. The aftermath is an obvious downside for those who have to identify your body—a.k.a. your family (but you won't be alive to care). Suicide is all-or-nothing. Live or die; just don't live the rest of your life as a vegetable.
It's a shame that simply being honest with a therapist can mean spending nights away from home. It's a shame that even a history of SSRIs can disqualify you from careers.
I am still indifferent to living. My life is relatively easy. My mental fortitude is weak. Every set of virtues or morals I hold always fall apart. Some people just weren't made to last long.
Attempted on the 5th of July. My method of choice was simple suspension. I had tied a slipknot and square knotted it to my doorknob. There were enough fireworks and padding to mask the body thrashing. I posted a note near my body and slowly suspended down compressing my carotid and jugular arteries with full intentions.
I find it intriguing that so many people are able to near immediately go unconscious with simple suspension. Even with applying more pressure than what is needed—which is only 7lbs—my head felt on the verge of exploding before unconsciousness. Your body will absolutely tell you when your brain isn't getting blood. Seconds short of blackout, I pussied out. Tried a couple more times, same shit. Tasted blood afterwards.
Since that attempt, I now have a strong aversion to anything regarding asphyxia or strangulation. I cringe whenever I get pins and needles knowing that was what I did to my brain. I also now get random episodes of dry heaving and lightheadedness. For anyone attempting this method, just know it only takes a few seconds of strangulation to give yourself a TBI. I would get it checked out, but in the slim chance I don't CTB, my "dream" job does require a security clearance.
I am so grateful I am nearing the age of purchasing a firearm. Pulling a trigger is so much easier than sticking it out until blackout in a noose. The aftermath is an obvious downside for those who have to identify your body—a.k.a. your family (but you won't be alive to care). Suicide is all-or-nothing. Live or die; just don't live the rest of your life as a vegetable.
It's a shame that simply being honest with a therapist can mean spending nights away from home. It's a shame that even a history of SSRIs can disqualify you from careers.
I am still indifferent to living. My life is relatively easy. My mental fortitude is weak. Every set of virtues or morals I hold always fall apart. Some people just weren't made to last long.
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