QuietNightSky42
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- Oct 15, 2020
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Hello, I'm going to preface everything that follows here by saying that whilst I haven't made up my mind on whether what is on this site I agree with in principle, I respect that if my sister did choose to ctb(had to look this meaning up and assume it's better forum etiquette to use the phrase instead of alternatives) then that was her choice even if I am sad that she is no longer in my life in the same way she was.
I'm not entirely sure if this is the correct place for this thread either so feel free to move it but I felt like maybe my views and thoughts would be better suited in here than in the main forum.
Neither myself nor my family know the exact way my sister died but for context she was a relatively healthy 18 year old girl as far as I know. I lived in a different city at the time of her death when I got a call from my brother saying that my mum had found her dead in her bed. The reason I suspect that she chose to ctb rather just some other physical cause is that she had no known health conditions and had youth on her side along with the fact that an autopsy and the final coroner's report that followed lead to an 'Open Conclusion', in other words no one knows.
I don't know if I personally, am looking for some sort of closure by coming here, possibly I am if I have to be honest with myself but I think I am looking more for answers for my mum as I think of all the members of my family she still grieves the most and I don't know if she will ever be able to really deal with my sister's loss without maybe knowing why she passed away.
I am also a little conflicted about if I really want find the answers to some of the questions that I have here, but I'm going to ask anyway. You may find it a little bit distasteful the way I came across this site and why I suspect my sister chose to ctb. I found this site after looking through my sister's laptop trying to find clues to her passing, which you may consider a breach of her privacy but I think my defense is that dealing with the possessions of the dead is the burden of those that stay living. Before I went looking I had a conversation with a friend about whether either of us would want our family/friends to look through our things if either of us died. My friend said that she would be horrified if anyone went through her things which made me think, and also posited the question of did I think my sister would want me to do so. After giving it some thought I decided that I didn't have enough information to answer and that I didn't think I'd ever be able to answer without my sister telling me directly which leads me to here.
I knew that my sister had been struggling for a long time, at least a year before her passing but probably for much longer. As the previous summer she had been hospitalised due to an OD attempt. A few weeks before she passed away I had gotten a call from her where she talked about how she felt like she wanted to ctb and that she was "too weak for this world", I managed to calm her down and try to give her some advice. I want to mention that I have had suicidal thoughts in the past and have also in the time after my sister's passing, I know that there might be some people here that might frown at me trying to talk her down but I will counter with that she came to me, asking for help.
For context I am the eldest of 3 siblings, I'm currently 25 years old with my younger brother at 23 and my sister had roughly a 6 year age gap between myself and her. She knew that I struggle(present tense) with depression and I think at heart she wanted to know what my 'secret' was to keep going on in life. I think that all 3 of my siblings and myself struggle/struggled with depression and depressive thoughts for most if not all of our lives to some extent.
My reply to my sister most of the time and the last time I properly spoke to her when she came to me for help was that I don't have a secret answer to life, that I struggle as much as anyone else and that a lot of the time things and people do suck. What I tried to express to her was that sometimes, a lot of the time, I'm not 'ok' and that the way she was feeling I've felt as well. For a long time a thought that had been growing in my head was that if I could 'feel' my sister's personality as a physical item then it felt like to me she was holding her breath in constantly and didn't know how to breathe out. A little bit about my family is that our parents come from a Chinese mentality and culture, our parents are first generation Chinese living in the UK. You may have already guessed but you can maybe imagine a little of the 'pressures' myself and my siblings felt/still feel from the stereotypes that exist.
I think to my sister I might have seemed a little odd in her eyes as although I was the eldest I fought against our parents will a lot and I think seemed to pave a way for whatever I wanted whereas I think she felt like she couldn't do that and felt boxed in. I went to an Arts University, along with my brother and my sister had just been accepted into the same university that I went to and we had spoken a little about maybe living together when she moved to the city I had been living in. A little about myself is that my time at university was some of the worst times in my life so far and when I felt the most suicidal. So for her to want to follow in my footsteps made me raise my eyebrows in surprise a little. I think if I had to guess she wanted the freedom to decide things for herself and maybe to taste a little of what I'm still trying to figure out; how to be happier and find things in life to keep me going.
As I already mentioned a week or 2 before she passed away she had just been accepted into my university which she seemed very happy and excited about. For a little more context to this story about a month before she was accepted, she had given me the phone call I already mentioned. So for her to go from feeling very suicidal to almost ecstatic from being accepted into university, led me to maybe a little naively into thinking that things would be 'ok'.
I know that from my own experiences that feelings like that can 'come and go' and that works equally for either direction.
I don't know if I'm allowed to talk about it here in this subforum, I couldn't find anything in the rules about it. Whilst I can't be 100% sure as to how my sister passed, after looking through her laptop and from what my brother and I found in her room I suspect that she possibly used SN(I'm assuming abbreviating words is a form of censorship?), as we found some in her room and I found an invoice for some bought online dated 3 weeks before her passing. Whilst I don't think I'll ever know if that was how she passed I can only assume so as that's how I came across this site in the first place, from a bookmark she had saved inside a folder I didn't think to look in initially.
Maybe someone can enlighten me, but I assume the method I'm talking about is intended to be painless, I assume most methods generally are, but my initial searching online when I found the SN didn't lead to anything substantiating it's use to ctb, rather the opposite actually as I could only find things linking to how you'd need an absurd amount. But that was before I found this site in my sister's bookmarks and now I know better, based on the page that she had saved and further reading my sister either passed from natural causes or SN. The main reason I'm suspecting it was the latter is based on her health and her state of mind before she passed, maybe someone can point me to more details that would maybe help me figure it out. I don't know if SN is a common way to ctb in my country or in general so I don't know if it's something they test for during an autopsy or if it would even come up as some sort of abnormality if found in someone so I can't be certain of natural causes or otherwise.
For anyone curious, to my knowledge she was found in her bed around early morning/midday and I assume she passed in her sleep from what I understand, I believe it was my mum that found her and called an ambulance but by that point it was too late. I imagine that she died peacefully or as peacefully as you can in your sleep, from the conversation I had with my brother(he saw her body before she was taken away), she didn't seem to be in discomfort. He told me that she looked like she could be asleep if it wasn't for the lack of warmth and paleness and that her arms were folded on her chest/too her sides.
I'm going to talk a bit about what happened for myself and my family afterwards aswell as events leading up to my sister's death, whilst I'm not trying to actively dissuade anyone from choosing to ctb I am merely offering information and a story based on my experiences of what happens/happened after you may make that choice, in the same vein that people here do to support such choices.
I'm happy to expand on anything I've talked about or if anyone would like to know more about something I might've missed out, but I would like to maybe start a wider discussion on a maybe more positive note with what I'm writing here.
I hold a lot of blame towards my dad if my sister made the choice to ctb, having 3 of your children's personalitys and character 'flaws' be very similar is probably not a coincidence and more learned behaviour. This is coming from several past and current conversations with my siblings about our upbringing and our parent's influence on us both from a cultural standpoint as well as their personal choices in how they raised us.
We were raised above a Chinese Take-away,something not too uncommon for 2nd generation kids from such backgrounds. Having had conversations with friends and people in similar age ranges to myself that come from such backgrounds, a few things I've found are common across the board, lots of repressed emotions which lead to various forms of depression and depressive behaviour followed by an inability for our family to understand why we can't just be 'happy'. Add in a constant pressure to be better if not the best in whatever it is we do and you have a recipe for individuals with some unhappy emotions and struggle to deal with them.
Generally in Chinese culture boys are preferred and a male firstborn especially so, this didn't really apply to my dad who doted on my sister, you may think this was a good thing but he did it in a way that was suffocatingly so. You may say that a lot of what I'm going to say about my dad is simply my opinion skewing things, and I'd be inclined to maybe agree with you if I was a stranger reading this but such thoughts were not only my own but also my sister's and my brother's. I mentioned earlier but my sister tried to OD a year or so before her passing, at the time I put my job on pause for about a month. The reason I did this is because when I got the call from my brother that she had tried to OD, I remember my brother and I both expressing that we weren't surprised that something like this had happened and we expressed the same thing to each other after her death. I realised that I needed to do something if I wanted to try and help her as I realised she needed somebody that understood how she felt and that she wanted someone that could empathise with her even if I couldn't necessarily help her directly.
I knew she was unhappy and after I spoke to her after the first attempt I knew that she was unhappy for a lot of very similar reasons as I was when I was around her age. I could see her struggling to find an answer that could keep her going, again, I think she saw that I had found some semblance of answer for myself and I think she wanted to feel the same way. I think one of the biggest things that differed between myself and my siblings is the friends and people that I met as well as the spaces I spent my time in as I was growing up. All 3 of us turned out to be very introverted and struggled/still struggle with social awkwardness and crippling anxiety.
Since our parents rarely had time for us as I got older I became a father figure of sorts for my 2 siblings, I on the other hand had to muddle through things blindly trying to figure out life and the world at large. In my early years I spent most of my time reading books and as I got older this divolved into games and the rest of the internet. I still somewhat satirically think to myself that I was raised by the internet, I mean this in the sense of the things I learnt from the people I met online as well as the physical amount of time I spent online with these people. For better or worse my siblings followed in this behaviour and all 3 of us developed similar interests. We all chose to go to art schools which probably didn't dissappoint our parents as much as stereotypes would probably have you believe and my love of books and reading grew into one for anime and games(among other things).
As I mentioned I think the one thing that separated myself from my siblings is the fact that I was the first to experience a lot of things in life that would be coming their way along with that instead of having an older version of myself to turn to I found myself turning to strangers online(ironic I know, that I'm posting here). I think this led me to have a slightly easier time making friends as well as heavily informing the kind of people I wanted to have around me as well as the kind of person I found myself wanting to be. I think what it really boiled down to was that the questions my sister had and the questions my brother currently is trying to answer I had to try and find an answer to at a much earlier stage of my life. I often try and say this to my friends and especially after my sister passed away that my life would have ended up very different if I hadn't met them and that I might not still be here if I hadn't met them. These friends gave me a space for me to try and find myself and at the same time allowed them to do the same.
Before my sister passed, I had continued to live in the same city that I went to University in, I struggled the entire time I was at university and had to take a years intermission after my first time trying to do my 3rd year. At the same time I was in a pretty toxic relationship that ended badly. When I tried to redo my 3rd year I felt probably the worst I've ever felt and was the closest I've ever come to ctb, my friends had graduated a year before me and almost all of them had left the city to find work elsewhere. I felt so isolated and alone, that I couldn't finish my 3rd year and ended up dropping out halfway through university altogether.
I had/have a big fear about taking medication to treat depression or mental disorders. My fear is that they'll make me feel 'like someone else' and that the person I was will cease to exist and to me this is worse than dying in some senses, as to me the idea of ceasing to exist in a different form that isn't 'me' terrifies me compared to simply not being alive anymore. A conversation with one of my best friends about the subject of medicating for anything was that to them they were happy to take it if it made life easier in the current moment, as I mentioned to them I couldn't see medicating being a longterm/lifelong solution for myself and that I believe if I'm ever to be 'truly' happy then I need to find a solution for my own problems myself as I believe if I am the creator of my own problems then I can also be the solver of them. But this is much easier said than done and at that low point as I was trying to complete my 3rd year again I started taking medication to try and cope with my suicidal thoughts. After a short time I decided that I wanted to stop taking them as I can only really describe them as making me feel like I was living in a bubble. I couldn't feel any extreme emotional response to anything, happy, sad or otherwise. Whilst this helped limit the extremes of my emotions it felt like there was a quiet rational part of my consciousness that knew that I wouldn't find a permanent solution this way as it didn't think that I could solve an emotional problem without being able to actively deal and handle with those emotions.
Despite how I was feeling at the time I knew that I would've felt even worse if I returned home, I don't think I can overstate enough how much I couldn't stand my dad at the time and I still stand by the fact that I know I would've been worse if I did. I know that if my sister did choose to ctb that it was ultimately her choice but I think it's fair to say that if someone ties your shoelaces together and tells you to run from a wolf that you've definitely got less choices about how you do it.
After my sister's passing I had a hard time coping with work and my relationship at the time was also slowly deteriorating. Around this time last year I quit my job and earlier this year I finally decided to come home. I now live with my family, read as my brother and mum as my dad is rarely ever here, above a different Chinese takeaway to the one we grew up in. I'm currently in my sister's old room as there isn't room for me anywhere else, I sleep in the same bed that I grew up in and the same one that she passed away in. I know that it's probably a little unsettling to hear that but my parents, my dad especially grew up in a war zone and they rarely if ever throw out anything that still 'works'. A lot of her things are still in the room and in the drawers as I think my parents, especially my mum can't bare to throw them away. I'll be honest and say that it does make me more than a little sad sometimes when I stop and think about how much of 'her' is still in this room but I'm reluctant to have a conversation with my mum about it as I know that it will upset her if I do(she still lights a candle everyday for her), so I mostly just try not to think about it. And I feel weird about if it's her room still or my room now, sometimes I wonder if some part of her ever watches me ambling about in her room and what she might think. I'm not religious in any sense and neither are my parents that I know of although they did try to have a strange hybrid western/buddhist funeral so I don't exactly believe in ghosts or spirits or anything like that but I will admit it is a little uneery to be living in the same room that someone you know passed away in with so much of her stuff still visibly around and not think about them.
I know that most of the people on here that are looking to find ways to ctb probably won't care to read this wall of text but I hope this might also make people stop and think a little more and make more of an informed choice. Again I respect my sister if that was the choice she made but I can't lie that when I think about her I am sad and that I won't get the chance to talk to her again or see her create anymore artwork or just to simply get excited over the small joys that life can sometimes offer inbetween everything else.
There's a lot here that I've missed or skipped out, mainly because I'm not sure if anyone would be interested in reading/discussing it but if there's something someone would like to ask or discuss that they would like to know more about then I'm happy to discuss it.
I'm not entirely sure if this is the correct place for this thread either so feel free to move it but I felt like maybe my views and thoughts would be better suited in here than in the main forum.
Neither myself nor my family know the exact way my sister died but for context she was a relatively healthy 18 year old girl as far as I know. I lived in a different city at the time of her death when I got a call from my brother saying that my mum had found her dead in her bed. The reason I suspect that she chose to ctb rather just some other physical cause is that she had no known health conditions and had youth on her side along with the fact that an autopsy and the final coroner's report that followed lead to an 'Open Conclusion', in other words no one knows.
I don't know if I personally, am looking for some sort of closure by coming here, possibly I am if I have to be honest with myself but I think I am looking more for answers for my mum as I think of all the members of my family she still grieves the most and I don't know if she will ever be able to really deal with my sister's loss without maybe knowing why she passed away.
I am also a little conflicted about if I really want find the answers to some of the questions that I have here, but I'm going to ask anyway. You may find it a little bit distasteful the way I came across this site and why I suspect my sister chose to ctb. I found this site after looking through my sister's laptop trying to find clues to her passing, which you may consider a breach of her privacy but I think my defense is that dealing with the possessions of the dead is the burden of those that stay living. Before I went looking I had a conversation with a friend about whether either of us would want our family/friends to look through our things if either of us died. My friend said that she would be horrified if anyone went through her things which made me think, and also posited the question of did I think my sister would want me to do so. After giving it some thought I decided that I didn't have enough information to answer and that I didn't think I'd ever be able to answer without my sister telling me directly which leads me to here.
I knew that my sister had been struggling for a long time, at least a year before her passing but probably for much longer. As the previous summer she had been hospitalised due to an OD attempt. A few weeks before she passed away I had gotten a call from her where she talked about how she felt like she wanted to ctb and that she was "too weak for this world", I managed to calm her down and try to give her some advice. I want to mention that I have had suicidal thoughts in the past and have also in the time after my sister's passing, I know that there might be some people here that might frown at me trying to talk her down but I will counter with that she came to me, asking for help.
For context I am the eldest of 3 siblings, I'm currently 25 years old with my younger brother at 23 and my sister had roughly a 6 year age gap between myself and her. She knew that I struggle(present tense) with depression and I think at heart she wanted to know what my 'secret' was to keep going on in life. I think that all 3 of my siblings and myself struggle/struggled with depression and depressive thoughts for most if not all of our lives to some extent.
My reply to my sister most of the time and the last time I properly spoke to her when she came to me for help was that I don't have a secret answer to life, that I struggle as much as anyone else and that a lot of the time things and people do suck. What I tried to express to her was that sometimes, a lot of the time, I'm not 'ok' and that the way she was feeling I've felt as well. For a long time a thought that had been growing in my head was that if I could 'feel' my sister's personality as a physical item then it felt like to me she was holding her breath in constantly and didn't know how to breathe out. A little bit about my family is that our parents come from a Chinese mentality and culture, our parents are first generation Chinese living in the UK. You may have already guessed but you can maybe imagine a little of the 'pressures' myself and my siblings felt/still feel from the stereotypes that exist.
I think to my sister I might have seemed a little odd in her eyes as although I was the eldest I fought against our parents will a lot and I think seemed to pave a way for whatever I wanted whereas I think she felt like she couldn't do that and felt boxed in. I went to an Arts University, along with my brother and my sister had just been accepted into the same university that I went to and we had spoken a little about maybe living together when she moved to the city I had been living in. A little about myself is that my time at university was some of the worst times in my life so far and when I felt the most suicidal. So for her to want to follow in my footsteps made me raise my eyebrows in surprise a little. I think if I had to guess she wanted the freedom to decide things for herself and maybe to taste a little of what I'm still trying to figure out; how to be happier and find things in life to keep me going.
As I already mentioned a week or 2 before she passed away she had just been accepted into my university which she seemed very happy and excited about. For a little more context to this story about a month before she was accepted, she had given me the phone call I already mentioned. So for her to go from feeling very suicidal to almost ecstatic from being accepted into university, led me to maybe a little naively into thinking that things would be 'ok'.
I know that from my own experiences that feelings like that can 'come and go' and that works equally for either direction.
I don't know if I'm allowed to talk about it here in this subforum, I couldn't find anything in the rules about it. Whilst I can't be 100% sure as to how my sister passed, after looking through her laptop and from what my brother and I found in her room I suspect that she possibly used SN(I'm assuming abbreviating words is a form of censorship?), as we found some in her room and I found an invoice for some bought online dated 3 weeks before her passing. Whilst I don't think I'll ever know if that was how she passed I can only assume so as that's how I came across this site in the first place, from a bookmark she had saved inside a folder I didn't think to look in initially.
Maybe someone can enlighten me, but I assume the method I'm talking about is intended to be painless, I assume most methods generally are, but my initial searching online when I found the SN didn't lead to anything substantiating it's use to ctb, rather the opposite actually as I could only find things linking to how you'd need an absurd amount. But that was before I found this site in my sister's bookmarks and now I know better, based on the page that she had saved and further reading my sister either passed from natural causes or SN. The main reason I'm suspecting it was the latter is based on her health and her state of mind before she passed, maybe someone can point me to more details that would maybe help me figure it out. I don't know if SN is a common way to ctb in my country or in general so I don't know if it's something they test for during an autopsy or if it would even come up as some sort of abnormality if found in someone so I can't be certain of natural causes or otherwise.
For anyone curious, to my knowledge she was found in her bed around early morning/midday and I assume she passed in her sleep from what I understand, I believe it was my mum that found her and called an ambulance but by that point it was too late. I imagine that she died peacefully or as peacefully as you can in your sleep, from the conversation I had with my brother(he saw her body before she was taken away), she didn't seem to be in discomfort. He told me that she looked like she could be asleep if it wasn't for the lack of warmth and paleness and that her arms were folded on her chest/too her sides.
I'm going to talk a bit about what happened for myself and my family afterwards aswell as events leading up to my sister's death, whilst I'm not trying to actively dissuade anyone from choosing to ctb I am merely offering information and a story based on my experiences of what happens/happened after you may make that choice, in the same vein that people here do to support such choices.
I'm happy to expand on anything I've talked about or if anyone would like to know more about something I might've missed out, but I would like to maybe start a wider discussion on a maybe more positive note with what I'm writing here.
I hold a lot of blame towards my dad if my sister made the choice to ctb, having 3 of your children's personalitys and character 'flaws' be very similar is probably not a coincidence and more learned behaviour. This is coming from several past and current conversations with my siblings about our upbringing and our parent's influence on us both from a cultural standpoint as well as their personal choices in how they raised us.
We were raised above a Chinese Take-away,something not too uncommon for 2nd generation kids from such backgrounds. Having had conversations with friends and people in similar age ranges to myself that come from such backgrounds, a few things I've found are common across the board, lots of repressed emotions which lead to various forms of depression and depressive behaviour followed by an inability for our family to understand why we can't just be 'happy'. Add in a constant pressure to be better if not the best in whatever it is we do and you have a recipe for individuals with some unhappy emotions and struggle to deal with them.
Generally in Chinese culture boys are preferred and a male firstborn especially so, this didn't really apply to my dad who doted on my sister, you may think this was a good thing but he did it in a way that was suffocatingly so. You may say that a lot of what I'm going to say about my dad is simply my opinion skewing things, and I'd be inclined to maybe agree with you if I was a stranger reading this but such thoughts were not only my own but also my sister's and my brother's. I mentioned earlier but my sister tried to OD a year or so before her passing, at the time I put my job on pause for about a month. The reason I did this is because when I got the call from my brother that she had tried to OD, I remember my brother and I both expressing that we weren't surprised that something like this had happened and we expressed the same thing to each other after her death. I realised that I needed to do something if I wanted to try and help her as I realised she needed somebody that understood how she felt and that she wanted someone that could empathise with her even if I couldn't necessarily help her directly.
I knew she was unhappy and after I spoke to her after the first attempt I knew that she was unhappy for a lot of very similar reasons as I was when I was around her age. I could see her struggling to find an answer that could keep her going, again, I think she saw that I had found some semblance of answer for myself and I think she wanted to feel the same way. I think one of the biggest things that differed between myself and my siblings is the friends and people that I met as well as the spaces I spent my time in as I was growing up. All 3 of us turned out to be very introverted and struggled/still struggle with social awkwardness and crippling anxiety.
Since our parents rarely had time for us as I got older I became a father figure of sorts for my 2 siblings, I on the other hand had to muddle through things blindly trying to figure out life and the world at large. In my early years I spent most of my time reading books and as I got older this divolved into games and the rest of the internet. I still somewhat satirically think to myself that I was raised by the internet, I mean this in the sense of the things I learnt from the people I met online as well as the physical amount of time I spent online with these people. For better or worse my siblings followed in this behaviour and all 3 of us developed similar interests. We all chose to go to art schools which probably didn't dissappoint our parents as much as stereotypes would probably have you believe and my love of books and reading grew into one for anime and games(among other things).
As I mentioned I think the one thing that separated myself from my siblings is the fact that I was the first to experience a lot of things in life that would be coming their way along with that instead of having an older version of myself to turn to I found myself turning to strangers online(ironic I know, that I'm posting here). I think this led me to have a slightly easier time making friends as well as heavily informing the kind of people I wanted to have around me as well as the kind of person I found myself wanting to be. I think what it really boiled down to was that the questions my sister had and the questions my brother currently is trying to answer I had to try and find an answer to at a much earlier stage of my life. I often try and say this to my friends and especially after my sister passed away that my life would have ended up very different if I hadn't met them and that I might not still be here if I hadn't met them. These friends gave me a space for me to try and find myself and at the same time allowed them to do the same.
Before my sister passed, I had continued to live in the same city that I went to University in, I struggled the entire time I was at university and had to take a years intermission after my first time trying to do my 3rd year. At the same time I was in a pretty toxic relationship that ended badly. When I tried to redo my 3rd year I felt probably the worst I've ever felt and was the closest I've ever come to ctb, my friends had graduated a year before me and almost all of them had left the city to find work elsewhere. I felt so isolated and alone, that I couldn't finish my 3rd year and ended up dropping out halfway through university altogether.
I had/have a big fear about taking medication to treat depression or mental disorders. My fear is that they'll make me feel 'like someone else' and that the person I was will cease to exist and to me this is worse than dying in some senses, as to me the idea of ceasing to exist in a different form that isn't 'me' terrifies me compared to simply not being alive anymore. A conversation with one of my best friends about the subject of medicating for anything was that to them they were happy to take it if it made life easier in the current moment, as I mentioned to them I couldn't see medicating being a longterm/lifelong solution for myself and that I believe if I'm ever to be 'truly' happy then I need to find a solution for my own problems myself as I believe if I am the creator of my own problems then I can also be the solver of them. But this is much easier said than done and at that low point as I was trying to complete my 3rd year again I started taking medication to try and cope with my suicidal thoughts. After a short time I decided that I wanted to stop taking them as I can only really describe them as making me feel like I was living in a bubble. I couldn't feel any extreme emotional response to anything, happy, sad or otherwise. Whilst this helped limit the extremes of my emotions it felt like there was a quiet rational part of my consciousness that knew that I wouldn't find a permanent solution this way as it didn't think that I could solve an emotional problem without being able to actively deal and handle with those emotions.
Despite how I was feeling at the time I knew that I would've felt even worse if I returned home, I don't think I can overstate enough how much I couldn't stand my dad at the time and I still stand by the fact that I know I would've been worse if I did. I know that if my sister did choose to ctb that it was ultimately her choice but I think it's fair to say that if someone ties your shoelaces together and tells you to run from a wolf that you've definitely got less choices about how you do it.
After my sister's passing I had a hard time coping with work and my relationship at the time was also slowly deteriorating. Around this time last year I quit my job and earlier this year I finally decided to come home. I now live with my family, read as my brother and mum as my dad is rarely ever here, above a different Chinese takeaway to the one we grew up in. I'm currently in my sister's old room as there isn't room for me anywhere else, I sleep in the same bed that I grew up in and the same one that she passed away in. I know that it's probably a little unsettling to hear that but my parents, my dad especially grew up in a war zone and they rarely if ever throw out anything that still 'works'. A lot of her things are still in the room and in the drawers as I think my parents, especially my mum can't bare to throw them away. I'll be honest and say that it does make me more than a little sad sometimes when I stop and think about how much of 'her' is still in this room but I'm reluctant to have a conversation with my mum about it as I know that it will upset her if I do(she still lights a candle everyday for her), so I mostly just try not to think about it. And I feel weird about if it's her room still or my room now, sometimes I wonder if some part of her ever watches me ambling about in her room and what she might think. I'm not religious in any sense and neither are my parents that I know of although they did try to have a strange hybrid western/buddhist funeral so I don't exactly believe in ghosts or spirits or anything like that but I will admit it is a little uneery to be living in the same room that someone you know passed away in with so much of her stuff still visibly around and not think about them.
I know that most of the people on here that are looking to find ways to ctb probably won't care to read this wall of text but I hope this might also make people stop and think a little more and make more of an informed choice. Again I respect my sister if that was the choice she made but I can't lie that when I think about her I am sad and that I won't get the chance to talk to her again or see her create anymore artwork or just to simply get excited over the small joys that life can sometimes offer inbetween everything else.
There's a lot here that I've missed or skipped out, mainly because I'm not sure if anyone would be interested in reading/discussing it but if there's something someone would like to ask or discuss that they would like to know more about then I'm happy to discuss it.