
dw33ter
meow meow
- Jan 23, 2023
- 39
I don't know what my goal is in posting this, I'm just going to vent and it'll be all over the place. Any reply is welcome if you have something to add, idk. I just feel incredibly lonely.
I just went out to collect something from a nearby store and took the opportunity to take the elevator to the top floor of the building to see if I could work up the courage to jump. The funny thing is that, I really think I could. The ground almost looked like it was inviting me to jump. Only problem was the building wasn't tall enough for me to jump off and be comfortably confident of ctb, I would like to jump from the 23rd floor at least. I'm sure I can find a building like that to jump from, the only problem is that it's likely to be a residential building. I would feel bad fucking up anyone who lives there, but I feel like I have no choice. Hopefully I'll be able to do it in the dead of the night, maybe 1am, where most people wouldn't be out and about. I'm also afraid of slipping off the ledge by accident before I compose myself, but I think I'll manage somehow.
Before you suggest other methods, know that SN is illegal where I am (I checked) and if I try to procure some anyway, I know I'll get fucked over big time by law enforcement. Same with guns. I know jumping is going to hurt. I chose this method due to the availability of tall buildings (albeit residential). I think, maybe in some way, the SI I will experience will act as some sort of check and balance – if I am truly ready to go, then I probably shouldn't have any problem hurling myself over the edge, head first. I'm still worried that the cops will come if they get a call that some freak is standing on the ledge, and I don't want to get sectioned for it, so I'm thinking of slowly visiting taller buildings and working up my nerve over time. Maybe get intoxicated or bring a blindfold on the day I ctb. I hesitate to call this an attempt, because I don't want it to fail. I'm doing this not as a cry for help, I'm doing this because I want to, I need to die. And ideally soon.
I've been incredibly suicidal over the past 4 days or so, and I've felt like talking to someone about it. But I can't. As far as I'm aware, my parents think I'm super stressed about some deadlines coming up (which is not untrue). And the last time they knew, they reacted extremely poorly. If I spill, I'm going to be the one doing damage control and comforting them, not the other way round. I have one really really awesome friend who knows some details about how fucked I am, but I don't think I should tell her. Admittedly, I'm a bit afraid she might spill the beans to my parents (?) though the chance of that is quite low, unless I tell her I plan to act imminently. But the main reason I'm probably not going to tell her is, there's nothing she can do about it. Maybe I'm wrong about that, but I doubt I am.
I think the reason why I feel like this is because I've been recovering and improving, yet I see no hope in continuing the recovery process. Me 6 months ago would be relatively pleased with the progress I've made so far, but me now doesn't see what the big deal is. I improved my situation a bit, I managed to do a bit of stuff, but there's no joy in it at all. I look ahead and I don't see anything to look forward to if I continue recovery. I don't know whether I want to recover any more. I'm honestly not sure. So yeah, I guess that's me.
If you're going to respond with positivity, I honestly don't mind, maybe it might even help. But if it's not helping me, and I ask you to stop, please do respect my wishes.
I just went out to collect something from a nearby store and took the opportunity to take the elevator to the top floor of the building to see if I could work up the courage to jump. The funny thing is that, I really think I could. The ground almost looked like it was inviting me to jump. Only problem was the building wasn't tall enough for me to jump off and be comfortably confident of ctb, I would like to jump from the 23rd floor at least. I'm sure I can find a building like that to jump from, the only problem is that it's likely to be a residential building. I would feel bad fucking up anyone who lives there, but I feel like I have no choice. Hopefully I'll be able to do it in the dead of the night, maybe 1am, where most people wouldn't be out and about. I'm also afraid of slipping off the ledge by accident before I compose myself, but I think I'll manage somehow.
Before you suggest other methods, know that SN is illegal where I am (I checked) and if I try to procure some anyway, I know I'll get fucked over big time by law enforcement. Same with guns. I know jumping is going to hurt. I chose this method due to the availability of tall buildings (albeit residential). I think, maybe in some way, the SI I will experience will act as some sort of check and balance – if I am truly ready to go, then I probably shouldn't have any problem hurling myself over the edge, head first. I'm still worried that the cops will come if they get a call that some freak is standing on the ledge, and I don't want to get sectioned for it, so I'm thinking of slowly visiting taller buildings and working up my nerve over time. Maybe get intoxicated or bring a blindfold on the day I ctb. I hesitate to call this an attempt, because I don't want it to fail. I'm doing this not as a cry for help, I'm doing this because I want to, I need to die. And ideally soon.
I've been incredibly suicidal over the past 4 days or so, and I've felt like talking to someone about it. But I can't. As far as I'm aware, my parents think I'm super stressed about some deadlines coming up (which is not untrue). And the last time they knew, they reacted extremely poorly. If I spill, I'm going to be the one doing damage control and comforting them, not the other way round. I have one really really awesome friend who knows some details about how fucked I am, but I don't think I should tell her. Admittedly, I'm a bit afraid she might spill the beans to my parents (?) though the chance of that is quite low, unless I tell her I plan to act imminently. But the main reason I'm probably not going to tell her is, there's nothing she can do about it. Maybe I'm wrong about that, but I doubt I am.
I think the reason why I feel like this is because I've been recovering and improving, yet I see no hope in continuing the recovery process. Me 6 months ago would be relatively pleased with the progress I've made so far, but me now doesn't see what the big deal is. I improved my situation a bit, I managed to do a bit of stuff, but there's no joy in it at all. I look ahead and I don't see anything to look forward to if I continue recovery. I don't know whether I want to recover any more. I'm honestly not sure. So yeah, I guess that's me.
If you're going to respond with positivity, I honestly don't mind, maybe it might even help. But if it's not helping me, and I ask you to stop, please do respect my wishes.