
je.suis.prêt
Hjälp mig
- Jul 9, 2022
- 107
Initially I felt bad about how my suicide would affect those left behind – even though there aren't many (löl). Since this initial period, I have ruminated and read about suicide almost daily, and other things have happened in my life to make me not care about how my suicide will affect those left behind. So I ended up in a state where I felt I had almost accepted the idea of my own suicide.
I have just ordered my SN, and now I feel like the feelings have come back. I still don't really care about the effects on the people, but I keep imagining (fantasising?) about the sensation, the taste of the water and salt in my mouth, going into my stomach, the feeling of finally having consumed it, the (likely anxious) wait to fall unconscious in the bathtub, potentially having to confront my survival instinct, etc…
and I am afraid… of even the thought of all this.
I have a hotel room booked, my SN should be on the way, and drafts of suicide notes are ready. I could potentially end my life within hours of Christmas. "Christmas is about giving!" Do you know what I give?
Up!
I will go and stay in the hotel and take my SN with me, but I know that I am much too afraid – deep down, anyway – to even attempt to end my life. I know I won't do it. When I think about it, I really do not want to be here anymore, but when these thoughts materialise into a real, tangible opportunity to end my life I am back to being terrified.
I was raised in religious contexts – Christian parent, Catholic school – so another fear is of what comes next. What about reincarnation?
"Suicide is an unforgivable sin, once you've done it you cannot ask for forgiveness", but surely God, you can be understanding of my inability to deal with my situation? God if you're reading this, I do appreciate what you've given me thus far, my life has been quite good objectively, but if you really care about me, can I have some money, please? I do not want 9 Ferraris, or a mansion, just the means to have a safe space for myself so I can get myself out of this hole I find myself in.
Why can't life just go the way I want it to? When I was 17, 18, 19, I was full of hope and ambition. At 23, I am fed up. How did I even end up here?
I have just ordered my SN, and now I feel like the feelings have come back. I still don't really care about the effects on the people, but I keep imagining (fantasising?) about the sensation, the taste of the water and salt in my mouth, going into my stomach, the feeling of finally having consumed it, the (likely anxious) wait to fall unconscious in the bathtub, potentially having to confront my survival instinct, etc…
and I am afraid… of even the thought of all this.
I have a hotel room booked, my SN should be on the way, and drafts of suicide notes are ready. I could potentially end my life within hours of Christmas. "Christmas is about giving!" Do you know what I give?
Up!
I will go and stay in the hotel and take my SN with me, but I know that I am much too afraid – deep down, anyway – to even attempt to end my life. I know I won't do it. When I think about it, I really do not want to be here anymore, but when these thoughts materialise into a real, tangible opportunity to end my life I am back to being terrified.
I was raised in religious contexts – Christian parent, Catholic school – so another fear is of what comes next. What about reincarnation?
"Suicide is an unforgivable sin, once you've done it you cannot ask for forgiveness", but surely God, you can be understanding of my inability to deal with my situation? God if you're reading this, I do appreciate what you've given me thus far, my life has been quite good objectively, but if you really care about me, can I have some money, please? I do not want 9 Ferraris, or a mansion, just the means to have a safe space for myself so I can get myself out of this hole I find myself in.
Why can't life just go the way I want it to? When I was 17, 18, 19, I was full of hope and ambition. At 23, I am fed up. How did I even end up here?