Too_Many_Regrets
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- Apr 22, 2020
- 5
Hi all,
Over the past several years I've been realizing a noticeable decline in mental health. I started psych meds in 2016, nothing has ever worked for any length of time. I was a horrible infidelious man in my prior relationship, resulting in unbearable guilt and relapse with alcohol in 2019. I ended up meeting a junkie whom introduced me to hard drugs and gaslighted me back to relapse and eventually losing my job. My following job was great, but not enough to support my life. I met another woman whom was really something, however when that became a quickly failed prospect after one massive argument due to my repeated incessant validation needs, I dove head first into the bottle, drinking 151 exclusively for a month. Experiencing withdrawals as far as a seizure. I tapered, however it was too late. I had done too much damage to my apartment, and lost it. I was staying in a friend's trailer, but shortly lost my job, and unable to find work since January.
I had to surrender some of my pets to the previous girl, with the intention of getting them back when I became stable again. Unfortunately, I only worsened. My emotion surrounding this person was abnormal, and continually being denied work (many times due to a felony 7 years ago), as well as guilt about being at my friend's for so long (applied to 300+ jobs, 15+ interviews), coupled with the strong emotion towards this girl with no chance of realizing anything, I started binge drinking and taking pills (amitriptyline, Librium, etc). Several weeks ago, I blacked out, cut my arm deep enough to sever tendons, and police were called. I almost attempted suicide by cop, but changed my mind at the last minute. I was put on a 5150, stayed at a facility for several days.
Fast forward to now, I lost that place because I wasn't allowed to drink there. I've been living out of my car. The girl has been extremely firm and callous in her complete disdain and excommunication of me. I have not been able to cope with knowing no matter what I do, I will never realize a life as I ever have. My final request was for her to caretake my cat of 10yrs. The single most important being in my life. However excommunication still stands. While I do understand, as I have said some pretty terrible things under the influence, I can't accept there's nothing I could do to fix anything.
I've lost my pets, most all of my friends over the course of my alcoholism, I have no responsibilities or anything binding me to this life. I've distanced myself from the few who do care. My pets are safe and in good hands. I've been using meth again for the past couple weeks, drinking a bit (usually driving so can't all the time) and just bought a little under 2g of black tar H recently. I was wanting to use the black tar, but I tried insufflation and didn't seem to work as well, felt pretty sick. I'd prefer to avoid IV route. I've been trying to buy a gun under the table, I've had one person willing to think about it. Gun is 100% the best way. I'm terrified of a failed attempt, and I've never truly attempted it because of this.
I'm getting increasingly antsy as the drugs are beginning to worsen my state of mind. I worry about being hasty and using an ineffective method. I've long decided my choice, and I need to find something soon. My car will be repo'd soon, and my funds are dwindling. I don't have an address or time to buy anything online. The only comforting thought that exists is the exit, and time is short.
Over the past several years I've been realizing a noticeable decline in mental health. I started psych meds in 2016, nothing has ever worked for any length of time. I was a horrible infidelious man in my prior relationship, resulting in unbearable guilt and relapse with alcohol in 2019. I ended up meeting a junkie whom introduced me to hard drugs and gaslighted me back to relapse and eventually losing my job. My following job was great, but not enough to support my life. I met another woman whom was really something, however when that became a quickly failed prospect after one massive argument due to my repeated incessant validation needs, I dove head first into the bottle, drinking 151 exclusively for a month. Experiencing withdrawals as far as a seizure. I tapered, however it was too late. I had done too much damage to my apartment, and lost it. I was staying in a friend's trailer, but shortly lost my job, and unable to find work since January.
I had to surrender some of my pets to the previous girl, with the intention of getting them back when I became stable again. Unfortunately, I only worsened. My emotion surrounding this person was abnormal, and continually being denied work (many times due to a felony 7 years ago), as well as guilt about being at my friend's for so long (applied to 300+ jobs, 15+ interviews), coupled with the strong emotion towards this girl with no chance of realizing anything, I started binge drinking and taking pills (amitriptyline, Librium, etc). Several weeks ago, I blacked out, cut my arm deep enough to sever tendons, and police were called. I almost attempted suicide by cop, but changed my mind at the last minute. I was put on a 5150, stayed at a facility for several days.
Fast forward to now, I lost that place because I wasn't allowed to drink there. I've been living out of my car. The girl has been extremely firm and callous in her complete disdain and excommunication of me. I have not been able to cope with knowing no matter what I do, I will never realize a life as I ever have. My final request was for her to caretake my cat of 10yrs. The single most important being in my life. However excommunication still stands. While I do understand, as I have said some pretty terrible things under the influence, I can't accept there's nothing I could do to fix anything.
I've lost my pets, most all of my friends over the course of my alcoholism, I have no responsibilities or anything binding me to this life. I've distanced myself from the few who do care. My pets are safe and in good hands. I've been using meth again for the past couple weeks, drinking a bit (usually driving so can't all the time) and just bought a little under 2g of black tar H recently. I was wanting to use the black tar, but I tried insufflation and didn't seem to work as well, felt pretty sick. I'd prefer to avoid IV route. I've been trying to buy a gun under the table, I've had one person willing to think about it. Gun is 100% the best way. I'm terrified of a failed attempt, and I've never truly attempted it because of this.
I'm getting increasingly antsy as the drugs are beginning to worsen my state of mind. I worry about being hasty and using an ineffective method. I've long decided my choice, and I need to find something soon. My car will be repo'd soon, and my funds are dwindling. I don't have an address or time to buy anything online. The only comforting thought that exists is the exit, and time is short.