I think that right now i'm at 6-7 but in a few days it might change and get up to 9 or even more. There's a thing that could improve my life (the last chance) that if goes wrong I think I won't have much more to carry on for
10. I truly don't want to be here. I'm sick and live in a very abusive situation and have nowhere else to go. I just can't abandon these poor dogs I take care of. My life is a living hell.
I'd say a 4-5. To me that means constantly having suicidal thoughts but having this bit of hope that I can undo the mistake I did and enjoy living again. But then why not just end it anyway cause then nothing matters anymore.
9 i'd say if 10 is like "i will kill myself right now no matter what" i still have enough common sense to plan properly before it actually happens but yeah, 9 have been for over a month now
Last night was a strong 9. Wouldn't say 10. 10 in the past I would act recklessly trying to end it all with anything I could find in my reach. Today is better. Not happy but I'd rather feel nothing then what I usually do.
I would say 9, I have a solid plan on how it should be done, full shopping list and everything and would start preparing right now if I could.
Not to worry. Just a little longer and I can start getting things in order.
8, distractions are starting to become less effective than they were earlier in the day. Remembering and focusing on reasons, remembering isolation. Getting worse.
4,5. I feel pretty fucked up. Extremely exhausted and sad. But for no concrete reason. I am still shocked how this last semester developed and whether the decline will go on like that. I am not sure what to do. I have holidays but so far I could not enjoy it. Maybe one reason for that are the withdrawal symptoms of the addictive medication. I struggle a lot for the fact that I have vacation. I should feel at least a little bit happy during this time period.
I wanted to post a recovery thread today to support other people in recovery. But I am just exhausted and sad. Posting recovery threads while despising myself and my life feels fraudulent to me. But this might be overthinking. I am just sick of feeling like that. My obessive and psychotic thoughts about that woman in college ruined me this semester and I don't know how to stop ruminating about her. I have a lot of nightmares recently. And the last night I had a nightmare about her. I just hate myself. My unfulfiled love life seemingly ruins my functionality. And I am pretty sure I cannot fix my love life. A true miracle had to happen...
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