Velvet Fortress
Member
- Dec 13, 2021
- 72
Here's what I've tried so far:
- Hundreds, if not thousands of hours of self-help content. YouTube, books, seminars.
- Therapy
- Medication (specifically Vyvanse and Effexor)
- Begging for help on social media
- Getting out there. People always run away from me as soon as the opportunity arises
- Getting disciplined i.e. going back to school, hitting the gym, working on myself
- Meditative practices
Nothing worked. Nothing. All I want is to die. I spent the last 20 minutes violently slapping my own face like an insane person. I just don't have any trust in the healthcare system or in therapists/psychologists/gurus and all these stupid money vortexes. People have mentioned hospitalization, I genuinely believe that it's going to be another attempt to band-aid a tumor. Two weeks of grippy socks and smelling rubbing alcohol, some antidepressants, all to come back to the same apartment, the same life, the same irrelevant nothing.
The one denominator that controls my mood is isolation. If I believe I have people in my life I can rely on and share love with, I'm ok. The suicide ideation fades away. I can laugh. The anger settles.
Except it's always been just that. A belief. People go as fast as they've come. The people that stay, shut me down and act as if I'm a drag. And so I walk away. I have no family. Just a friend that avoids any serious conversation, and that I am 100% going to push away soon if I don't get my shit together. Asking for help to this person is not an option. They don't want to hear it.
I've tried so many times to fight for myself, to believe, to go after the promise of a healthy social circle, of a family, of a feeling of belonging. Absolutely nothing else matters. Money? A sense of purpose? Pride? I absolutely don't give a fuck. I want to feel like I belong. Like I deserve to breath this planet's oxygen.
And most importantly, I'm so completely dysfunctional and defeated that I barely have the will to take care of my body, much less to fight to change my own situation. I abandoned my job and my savings are getting drained.
I've ordered Sodium Nitrite a month ago. It's supposed to arrive at the end of March. If by then I don't have at least the hope that I can get my shit together, I will 100000% kill myself.
I'm sitting here, fantasizing about the day I can look at the suicidal writings I've been drawing on my bedroom wall and say "damn, I'm glad these days are over". Except that when I look at the mountain of challenges that lie before me, at my own approach to things, at my own eternal and infuriating passivity, and at how everything is crumbling around me, I see absolutely no way out. I am my own jailor, my own torturer, and soon to be my own executioner.
Does anyone have a hint towards an exit? I want to die. But I'm also hoping that somehow, there's still the possibility that I might live. Please.
I'm sorry for asking. And frankly, for existing.
Thanks anyway.
- Hundreds, if not thousands of hours of self-help content. YouTube, books, seminars.
- Therapy
- Medication (specifically Vyvanse and Effexor)
- Begging for help on social media
- Getting out there. People always run away from me as soon as the opportunity arises
- Getting disciplined i.e. going back to school, hitting the gym, working on myself
- Meditative practices
Nothing worked. Nothing. All I want is to die. I spent the last 20 minutes violently slapping my own face like an insane person. I just don't have any trust in the healthcare system or in therapists/psychologists/gurus and all these stupid money vortexes. People have mentioned hospitalization, I genuinely believe that it's going to be another attempt to band-aid a tumor. Two weeks of grippy socks and smelling rubbing alcohol, some antidepressants, all to come back to the same apartment, the same life, the same irrelevant nothing.
The one denominator that controls my mood is isolation. If I believe I have people in my life I can rely on and share love with, I'm ok. The suicide ideation fades away. I can laugh. The anger settles.
Except it's always been just that. A belief. People go as fast as they've come. The people that stay, shut me down and act as if I'm a drag. And so I walk away. I have no family. Just a friend that avoids any serious conversation, and that I am 100% going to push away soon if I don't get my shit together. Asking for help to this person is not an option. They don't want to hear it.
I've tried so many times to fight for myself, to believe, to go after the promise of a healthy social circle, of a family, of a feeling of belonging. Absolutely nothing else matters. Money? A sense of purpose? Pride? I absolutely don't give a fuck. I want to feel like I belong. Like I deserve to breath this planet's oxygen.
And most importantly, I'm so completely dysfunctional and defeated that I barely have the will to take care of my body, much less to fight to change my own situation. I abandoned my job and my savings are getting drained.
I've ordered Sodium Nitrite a month ago. It's supposed to arrive at the end of March. If by then I don't have at least the hope that I can get my shit together, I will 100000% kill myself.
I'm sitting here, fantasizing about the day I can look at the suicidal writings I've been drawing on my bedroom wall and say "damn, I'm glad these days are over". Except that when I look at the mountain of challenges that lie before me, at my own approach to things, at my own eternal and infuriating passivity, and at how everything is crumbling around me, I see absolutely no way out. I am my own jailor, my own torturer, and soon to be my own executioner.
Does anyone have a hint towards an exit? I want to die. But I'm also hoping that somehow, there's still the possibility that I might live. Please.
I'm sorry for asking. And frankly, for existing.
Thanks anyway.