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I think about this a lot. I am not sure whether one should take the whole life as a measure. I mean I did not properly think as a 1-2 years old. However as a number my whole life sounds more accurate.
Some in this forum might already have reached that point. Others plan not to experience that day. Personally I am suicidal since I am 15. I think when my first mixed manic-depressive episode started. I think since that I have almost had with barely any breaks daily suicidal thoughts. In my case it does not seem to be true that suicidal thoughts are always temporary. However I have to admit one year I had none. When I was in a manic episode however this is not really something to celebrate. The aftermath of that epsisode the crash into major depression almost led to my suicide. And I am quite sure I cannot stomach further crashs from mania into depression. So maybe the last months without suicidal thoughts will herald my suicide. Bipolar is a pretty nasty illness. I even have to be scared when I am feeling too good.
I am feeling manic currently but I hope I can manage it somehow. I am not sure whether I will reach that day. I don't know this day (which I talked about in the title) is kind of symbolic for me. However I am not sure what it tells me. That I am a pretty sad person with a lot of self-loathing and horrible life quality. On the other hand it could tell me that my days are numbered either way. My life quality is just not worth going through another major mental health crises. The last 2 years I felt the best since many many years (except the manic episode). However I am still very suicidal. The thoughts never leave me. I would let them go if my life quality and prospect of the future would look better. But both is horrendous. I experienced extreme psychosomatic pain and I am convinced to kill myself if that shit returns. I think if one ever experienced something like that one really values the option to end one's life. I have the feeling I experienced things which felt way worse than death. At the same time I try to make the best out of it. I try to play the cards in the best way possible. But all I am doing is postponing the inevtiable. My problems don't really seem to be solvable. I act like I could solve them for the sake of family and maybe friends. However I really don't see a realistic scenario that I will continue living when my parents are dead. I am a mental wreck and could never live without the support also financially but also in other aspects.
I often try to predict the future. This is not possible and I have the bias to always expect the worst. But is this really a bias? The last decade was extremely agonizing. I have been through shit that I never imagined to really exist. Moreover I am bipolar. I know how this game is played. This shit usually proceeds in cycles and I am not willed to endure another crash. There are so many fucking problems in my life. I try to convince or distract me that they are not there or less bad but one day they will haunt me. I am playing for time waiting for a miracle.
There are so many scenarios which could accelerate my suicide. One of my parents has soon a surgery if she dies which is pretty unlikely I probably gonna ctb. But what if she ends up a vegetable. Often when I thought in my life it could not get worse it even has become worse. Sometimes there were also positive surprises but very asymmetrically distributed.
I am not sure whether I will reach that day. I probably would be like 32 years old. That is quite a long time. And my menta health is really fragile as fuck.
I am very anxious about everything. The anxiety is so fucking bad. Recently talked with my friends about hobbies. They just play video games etc because it makes them feel good. Me instead I rather use many things as an instrument to enhance inb some way. For my obsession to leave a certain impression on other people. It is so pathetic. My obsessions rule over me. And even if I get the perfect grades I just hate myself for being so obsessed and that I am not talented enough and have to work so hard for it. There just a lot of misery and emptiness inside myself. I am still existing but a very important part of got killed many many years ago. I don't just like to be. For the sake of being a human being. It is something Chester Bennington described similarly. I just don't feel comfortable in my own skin and consciousness. I am a prisoner of my own mind. My mind is a bad neighborhood. I could not relate to everything he said ever but when I was acute suicidal this interview with the German yellow press (before he committed suicide) was just really like a mirror of my own soul. A person who is just mentally tortured and has reached his limit many many years ago.
Sorry for the vent. But it helped a little bit. I am currently not feeling well.
Some in this forum might already have reached that point. Others plan not to experience that day. Personally I am suicidal since I am 15. I think when my first mixed manic-depressive episode started. I think since that I have almost had with barely any breaks daily suicidal thoughts. In my case it does not seem to be true that suicidal thoughts are always temporary. However I have to admit one year I had none. When I was in a manic episode however this is not really something to celebrate. The aftermath of that epsisode the crash into major depression almost led to my suicide. And I am quite sure I cannot stomach further crashs from mania into depression. So maybe the last months without suicidal thoughts will herald my suicide. Bipolar is a pretty nasty illness. I even have to be scared when I am feeling too good.
I am feeling manic currently but I hope I can manage it somehow. I am not sure whether I will reach that day. I don't know this day (which I talked about in the title) is kind of symbolic for me. However I am not sure what it tells me. That I am a pretty sad person with a lot of self-loathing and horrible life quality. On the other hand it could tell me that my days are numbered either way. My life quality is just not worth going through another major mental health crises. The last 2 years I felt the best since many many years (except the manic episode). However I am still very suicidal. The thoughts never leave me. I would let them go if my life quality and prospect of the future would look better. But both is horrendous. I experienced extreme psychosomatic pain and I am convinced to kill myself if that shit returns. I think if one ever experienced something like that one really values the option to end one's life. I have the feeling I experienced things which felt way worse than death. At the same time I try to make the best out of it. I try to play the cards in the best way possible. But all I am doing is postponing the inevtiable. My problems don't really seem to be solvable. I act like I could solve them for the sake of family and maybe friends. However I really don't see a realistic scenario that I will continue living when my parents are dead. I am a mental wreck and could never live without the support also financially but also in other aspects.
I often try to predict the future. This is not possible and I have the bias to always expect the worst. But is this really a bias? The last decade was extremely agonizing. I have been through shit that I never imagined to really exist. Moreover I am bipolar. I know how this game is played. This shit usually proceeds in cycles and I am not willed to endure another crash. There are so many fucking problems in my life. I try to convince or distract me that they are not there or less bad but one day they will haunt me. I am playing for time waiting for a miracle.
There are so many scenarios which could accelerate my suicide. One of my parents has soon a surgery if she dies which is pretty unlikely I probably gonna ctb. But what if she ends up a vegetable. Often when I thought in my life it could not get worse it even has become worse. Sometimes there were also positive surprises but very asymmetrically distributed.
I am not sure whether I will reach that day. I probably would be like 32 years old. That is quite a long time. And my menta health is really fragile as fuck.
I am very anxious about everything. The anxiety is so fucking bad. Recently talked with my friends about hobbies. They just play video games etc because it makes them feel good. Me instead I rather use many things as an instrument to enhance inb some way. For my obsession to leave a certain impression on other people. It is so pathetic. My obsessions rule over me. And even if I get the perfect grades I just hate myself for being so obsessed and that I am not talented enough and have to work so hard for it. There just a lot of misery and emptiness inside myself. I am still existing but a very important part of got killed many many years ago. I don't just like to be. For the sake of being a human being. It is something Chester Bennington described similarly. I just don't feel comfortable in my own skin and consciousness. I am a prisoner of my own mind. My mind is a bad neighborhood. I could not relate to everything he said ever but when I was acute suicidal this interview with the German yellow press (before he committed suicide) was just really like a mirror of my own soul. A person who is just mentally tortured and has reached his limit many many years ago.
Sorry for the vent. But it helped a little bit. I am currently not feeling well.
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