illmissmydogthatsit
Member
- May 12, 2023
- 35
I used to be able to have fun even though I had terrible mental health. Then I got severe chronic tinnitus and it stole what little remained of my sanity. I can't just chill and listen to music on headphones, no live music, no loud clubs/venues, motor boats, etc. you'd be surprised how loud many popular "fun" activities are. Can't smoke weed either, makes it deafening. Now that I can't listen to music on headphones and can't self-medicate, I have to face the raw emotional pain of my existence very single day with no adequate distractions. My life is empty and boring. Every week feels like a month. I am running on 1% and I'm only 21. If there's a God, he really chose me to suffer while everyone around me lives life.
TLDR; tinnitus + treatment resistant depression + ASD and suspected BPD= the difference between suicidal ideation and me actually ending my life.
It's literally BECAUSE I can't have fun anymore. If I could still have fun (and some fucking peace and quiet), I wouldn't be on SS, and suicidal thoughts would always remain passing thoughts.
Chosen methods: Fent OD (unfortunately no IRL access to the drug and afraid to order for fear of literally going to prison), Jumping from hotel balcony while too intoxicated for SI to kick in (benzos, which I have prescribed).
TLDR; tinnitus + treatment resistant depression + ASD and suspected BPD= the difference between suicidal ideation and me actually ending my life.
It's literally BECAUSE I can't have fun anymore. If I could still have fun (and some fucking peace and quiet), I wouldn't be on SS, and suicidal thoughts would always remain passing thoughts.
Chosen methods: Fent OD (unfortunately no IRL access to the drug and afraid to order for fear of literally going to prison), Jumping from hotel balcony while too intoxicated for SI to kick in (benzos, which I have prescribed).