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Wisdom3_1-9
he/him/his
- Jul 19, 2020
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I've never posted a thread here before, but I felt compelled today.
I think I've gotten used to the idea that I want to kill myself. I don't even cry about my life anymore. I'm kind of numb to it. What's weird, though, is that I've kind of been... okay?... for the last little while. It's like I've been sitting at a baseline feeling. "I want to die. I'm resigned to that. But I need to carry on until that time."
It's been more than a month since my last attempt, which really was the last time I felt like I dropped below that baseline. About an hour ago, though, I listened to a voice message that I wasn't supposed to hear. It reminded me of all the reasons I want off this planet — all the reasons I want to leave this world and to eventually be forgotten about. My name is mud to almost everyone I care about. My future has been taken away from me.
I probably would still be at baseline if my curious little mind didn't go snooping to find that message. Now my whole mood is ruined. I can't share that with my husband or my mother. You're really the only people I feel I can share that with.
It all makes me want to try again. Maybe third time's the charm.
I think I've gotten used to the idea that I want to kill myself. I don't even cry about my life anymore. I'm kind of numb to it. What's weird, though, is that I've kind of been... okay?... for the last little while. It's like I've been sitting at a baseline feeling. "I want to die. I'm resigned to that. But I need to carry on until that time."
It's been more than a month since my last attempt, which really was the last time I felt like I dropped below that baseline. About an hour ago, though, I listened to a voice message that I wasn't supposed to hear. It reminded me of all the reasons I want off this planet — all the reasons I want to leave this world and to eventually be forgotten about. My name is mud to almost everyone I care about. My future has been taken away from me.
I probably would still be at baseline if my curious little mind didn't go snooping to find that message. Now my whole mood is ruined. I can't share that with my husband or my mother. You're really the only people I feel I can share that with.
It all makes me want to try again. Maybe third time's the charm.