It's awful. I cannot think of a time in my life where I have asked for help before, let alone begged. I pretty much taught myself how to read & write & ride a bike etc so it goes way back - a part of who I am. And yet here, all I do is beg & I literally find it both demeaning & disgusting. It's hard to hate yourself over this when it's supposed to be the last thing you do. And I'm still here. Missing deadlines. Life is worse & I legit cannot believe that either. I ended up with what I hope is DMC but am yet to test. I did not find a verifiable second source - people on SaSu have been so generous with help, I won't complain about what I didn't get. But if it's not legit SN or it's been damaged or whatever, I'm completely fucked. Beyond fucked. I can't stay here forever but I could set up a PO Box if I had a source that was verified & gets to Australia quickly. I'd be over the fucking moon. I cannot cannot cannot believe I'm still here. That I didn't get a backup source & just fucking go. Just life circumstances & a few poor choices. My health is deteriorating. My life is obscenely awful - there are no words.
I need this. I think all the time of people in my life that died slow painful deaths because of a lack of assisted dying, watching them waste away, how barbaric it was, how they would've chosen to go if they could. And with laws changing, how many of them wouldn't have to suffer in this day & age. But geez, I'm still suffering. I hate everything about this - the hiding, the begging, the desperation, relying on strangers & the overwhelming fear that keeps me up all night - that my SN isn't legit, that I'm gonna fuck this up out of ignorance, that I'll have to keep living. It haunts me. I'm sorry that you're here, that you've got some similar issues. Thank you for reaching out. I don't believe in a higher power as in God, but wish I did. I believe in higher powers that are science like that energy never dies, it just changes form. I'm ready to change form & I don't care if I'm a fucking slug as long as I'm no longer physically ill or emotionally tortured. Sorry for long reply, my adhd makes me shit at this too. From over achiever perfectionist to begging, desperate pall& pathetic, I don't recognise myself anymore.
I hope you find a way forward, whatever forward looks like for you.