
willitpass
Don’t try to offer me help, I’ve tried everything
- Mar 10, 2020
- 3,187
I've reached a point now where I just give up. I'm not currently in the mental space to be ready to CTB, I still feel too much SI related to the fear of the process. But I've fallen deep down the path of slow self destruction, a slow suicide. Killing myself bit by bit until I'm either ready to pull the trigger or my body gives out on its own. This time around, however, there are so many eyes on me having just come back from residential that there is a very minimal chance that I don't get sectioned into the hospital before I become ready to CTB.
I don't have any fight left in me. I'm too exhausted to mask anymore. I masked for nearly 3 years straight, I don't have it in me. And I don't get much joy out of living life outside of the hospital either, so I don't feel any incentive to maintain this lifestyle as opposed to an institutionalized one. I don't want to be alive, I wish I could just speed past the fear of doing it, but it doesn't work like that. My mind isn't ready, I can't do anything but wait. But unfortunately I won't be able to wait indefinitely. I'm not far from getting shipped off whether I like it or not. There's nothing more they can do for me there. I have done it all time and time again.
If I get sent back, I'm done fighting. I don't care about going to groups. I don't care about eating. I don't care about anything. They can shove a tube down my throat. They can drug me to all hell. They can ship me off to residential again. I don't even fucking care if my dad gets a conservatorship anymore. I'm done fighting. I'm a prisoner to my own mind and have been since I was 9. I've already been a revolving door patient to the mental healthcare system since I was 10. If they want to make me a prisoner to their system with no way out, I don't have it in me to fight anymore. My only hope is that while there I get over my fear of dying again and that at some point an opportunity presents itself for me to CTB.
Learned helplessness at its finest.
I don't have any fight left in me. I'm too exhausted to mask anymore. I masked for nearly 3 years straight, I don't have it in me. And I don't get much joy out of living life outside of the hospital either, so I don't feel any incentive to maintain this lifestyle as opposed to an institutionalized one. I don't want to be alive, I wish I could just speed past the fear of doing it, but it doesn't work like that. My mind isn't ready, I can't do anything but wait. But unfortunately I won't be able to wait indefinitely. I'm not far from getting shipped off whether I like it or not. There's nothing more they can do for me there. I have done it all time and time again.
If I get sent back, I'm done fighting. I don't care about going to groups. I don't care about eating. I don't care about anything. They can shove a tube down my throat. They can drug me to all hell. They can ship me off to residential again. I don't even fucking care if my dad gets a conservatorship anymore. I'm done fighting. I'm a prisoner to my own mind and have been since I was 9. I've already been a revolving door patient to the mental healthcare system since I was 10. If they want to make me a prisoner to their system with no way out, I don't have it in me to fight anymore. My only hope is that while there I get over my fear of dying again and that at some point an opportunity presents itself for me to CTB.
Learned helplessness at its finest.