Hello @Lady Lazarus 2020,
I am @BlueWidow. I've been here since October. I've been depressed for most of my life and I've spent a lot of that time attempting to get help for my depression and other mental issues. I've been through numerous treatments, medications, and therapists and nothing has ever made me feel better. Yet every time I go to the doctor all they offer me is yet another medication that didn't work for me before and advice to go back into therapy. After 36 years of that, I'm just done with it now. Then about 25 years ago I developed Hashimoto's thyroiditis, which is an auto immune disorder where your own body attacks your thyroid causing you to get hypothyroidism. For the first 13 or so years, I was given Synthroid, which is the common treatment the doctors give to everyone. The problem is that my body doesn't process Synthroid, so I might as well have not been taking any medication at all. Despite the fact that I was getting no better and my symptoms were continuing to get worse and I was begging every doctor I saw for years and years to put me on a different medicine, none of them would agree to. I was told over and over that my symptoms were not caused by my thyroid and that it was all in my head and so forth. Finally in 2009, I got so sick I couldn't get out of bed. I was sleeping up to 22 hours a day. I became extremely dizzy. I became extremely exhausted to the point where no amount of sleep would make me feel well rested, and I had numerous aches and pains and other symptoms. One of the worst symptoms was the severe brain fog. I couldn't focus on anything or think clearly. Still I couldn't get any doctor to believe I had a problem. When I sought help from conventional medical doctors- all I got was called names like liar, and hypochondriac. They treated me like I was asking them for heroin or cocaine when all I wanted was a natural thyroid drug that would actually work on my particular body since my body doesn't process the Synthroid that they've been pushing on me for years correctly. Then all the stress of all that caused me to develop chronic fatigue syndrome. Finally I went to an alternative medical clinic and I got some help, but it was expensive and, in the end, the money I was spending was not equal to the amount of help I was getting. And I didn't really have that kind of money to keep spending if I wasn't going to feel any better than what they were making me feel. Then in 2012, my husband was diagnosed with multiple myeloma. My husband was the only thing that ever brought me out of my depression and made me want to live. He gave me a reason to live and he was my life. I spent 5 years taking care of him while he had cancer and put all my own health issues on the back burner. He passed away on October 15, 2017 and I died that day as well. Since then my life has been a living nightmare and all I want is to be with my husband. I spent the first year after his death sorting through his belongings and preparing to move cross country completely alone because most of his family abandoned me and wouldn't help me with anything. I have no members of my own family left because they're all dead, except for a few that I wouldn't want in my life anyway.
I've made 3 or 4 suicide attempts since my husband died trying to overdose on pills and I failed every time. Luckily, I live alone and nobody noticed what I had done. That's when I started searching for different methods. That's when I stumbled on this website last summer and I spent several months wasting my time trying to perfect the "night night method". Then I finally realized that was just not going to work for me, so I decided to join the forum to find a different method. That's when I found SN. I also found that there are a lot of compassionate and caring people on this site and I've been overwhelmed by the support and kindness I've received here that I never received in my real life. It's very liberating to be able to discuss my true feelings about depression and suicide in an open forum without people jumping to conclusions and being afraid someone's going to haul me off to the psych ward. That's just a nutshell version of my life. Actually, there's a lot more that I could tell you, but it would take pages and pages and pages.
So anyway, welcome to the forum and welcome to the Kitchen Sink thread.