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- Aug 18, 2020
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She called me brave/valiant because I endure my pain so heroic. I don't mourned when I met her I just described the hell I am going through. Sometimes I cracked a joke how cynical the shit is. I just don't want anymore. I don't want to go to another clinic. I am tired; I am very tired. I tried so hard to recover I think barely anyone would spend so much time and energy for recovery. I dedicate my whole energy to it. I actively try to take breaks. It is so fucking hopeless. She never asks me about suicidal thoughts which is quite weird.
I want to die. I am not sure whether I will act on it. I have different possbilities how to do it. I rather think I won't do it soon but I am pretty impulsive currently. Always when I take the train I imagine very vividly how to jump in front of it. But this would be so stupid. There was a story in my country. A mother killed her children (she had a lot) and then jumped in front of an incoming train. She survived it with severe damage. Fuck I would not want to trade shoes with her.
I imagine to order SN. But I absolutely hate doing something illegal. I hate it so much that I even imagine to drive to Eastern Europe where the shit is legal. One last trip sounds attractive for me. Moreover my family would not have to find my body.
I could also kill me with Amitriptyline. I have a huge amount of pills here. But my family should be not at home when I take it. There are some disadvantages with Amitripytiline. I won't elaborate on that.
Jumping in front of a train does not sound like a smart idea especially when it is impulsive. I think I only could do this impulsively.
I am sick of fighting. I am just so sick of it. I don't get much reward for it. My psychologist is so naive. He really was very optimistic about my case. I was pretty sure that this is not true but I have not told him about that. We don't have many appointments anymore. I don't want to leave him with a bad feeling. Two other therapists already have given up on me/ think I am going to kill myself. He at least tried to help me. I like him. But he is way too optimistic. He even thinks almost any problem could be solved by behavioral therapy. I told him I barely can relax even if I take benzos. He told me medication cannot be the solution. I should try some techniques to relax. This is quite a joke. If a fucking benzo can't make me relax there is no behavioral technique which will help.
Just fuck it. I am sick of overthinking. Everything just repeats and the tiny hope gets smaller and smaller with every step I take. My life humiliates me. I want my dignity back. Life just spits in my face. My life wants me to drive to suicide. The last incidents concerning women just demonstrated me what ill bastard I am. I try to hurt my mom with my words the most I can. I think she is quite hurt. I should not give a fuck. The bad experiences with women hurt me in such a very deep way. This is one of the worst feelings I know. I try not to think too much about it. I could cry again.
I just imagine all the people who are already dead. And I would be one of them. I naively dream of seeing them again. Talking with them how it felt to kill oneself. How dying feels.
I am so sick of fighting but I am not sure whether I would kill myself now if I gave up. Maybe I would just postpone it as always. Trying desperately to run away from my fate.
It feels so naive/stupid to cling to my tiny hope. It would need a bigger miracle to save me. Life is often just not like a movie. There is not always an happy end. I don't think there will be an happy end for me.
I want to die. I am not sure whether I will act on it. I have different possbilities how to do it. I rather think I won't do it soon but I am pretty impulsive currently. Always when I take the train I imagine very vividly how to jump in front of it. But this would be so stupid. There was a story in my country. A mother killed her children (she had a lot) and then jumped in front of an incoming train. She survived it with severe damage. Fuck I would not want to trade shoes with her.
I imagine to order SN. But I absolutely hate doing something illegal. I hate it so much that I even imagine to drive to Eastern Europe where the shit is legal. One last trip sounds attractive for me. Moreover my family would not have to find my body.
I could also kill me with Amitriptyline. I have a huge amount of pills here. But my family should be not at home when I take it. There are some disadvantages with Amitripytiline. I won't elaborate on that.
Jumping in front of a train does not sound like a smart idea especially when it is impulsive. I think I only could do this impulsively.
I am sick of fighting. I am just so sick of it. I don't get much reward for it. My psychologist is so naive. He really was very optimistic about my case. I was pretty sure that this is not true but I have not told him about that. We don't have many appointments anymore. I don't want to leave him with a bad feeling. Two other therapists already have given up on me/ think I am going to kill myself. He at least tried to help me. I like him. But he is way too optimistic. He even thinks almost any problem could be solved by behavioral therapy. I told him I barely can relax even if I take benzos. He told me medication cannot be the solution. I should try some techniques to relax. This is quite a joke. If a fucking benzo can't make me relax there is no behavioral technique which will help.
Just fuck it. I am sick of overthinking. Everything just repeats and the tiny hope gets smaller and smaller with every step I take. My life humiliates me. I want my dignity back. Life just spits in my face. My life wants me to drive to suicide. The last incidents concerning women just demonstrated me what ill bastard I am. I try to hurt my mom with my words the most I can. I think she is quite hurt. I should not give a fuck. The bad experiences with women hurt me in such a very deep way. This is one of the worst feelings I know. I try not to think too much about it. I could cry again.
I just imagine all the people who are already dead. And I would be one of them. I naively dream of seeing them again. Talking with them how it felt to kill oneself. How dying feels.
I am so sick of fighting but I am not sure whether I would kill myself now if I gave up. Maybe I would just postpone it as always. Trying desperately to run away from my fate.
It feels so naive/stupid to cling to my tiny hope. It would need a bigger miracle to save me. Life is often just not like a movie. There is not always an happy end. I don't think there will be an happy end for me.
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