In 2021 I overdosed on Wellbutrin and went to sleep but for some reason unbeknownst to me I think I had a Dissociative Identity Disorder switch and called for help, and I even let my helper in the apartment when she knocked. WTF? If I was conscious of my actions I would have let myself go. I would have been perfectly fine with passing at 29. Now that I survived that moment I gotta continue going through all this bs, mental health issues, etc. I just don't get it man. I was at the verge of going peacefully but now I have to come up with some hair brained scheme to go out just as easily.
-
Hey Guest,
We wanted to share a quick update with the community.
Our public expense ledger is now live, allowing anyone to see how donations are used to support the ongoing operation of the site.
👉 View the ledger hereOver the past year, increased regulatory pressure in multiple regions like UK OFCOM and Australia's eSafety has led to higher operational costs, including infrastructure, security, and the need to work with more specialized service providers to keep the site online and stable.
If you value the community and would like to help support its continued operation, donations are greatly appreciated. If you wish to donate via Bank Transfer or other options, please open a ticket.
Donate via cryptocurrency:
Bitcoin (BTC):Ethereum (ETH):Monero (XMR):here with two failed attempts. I would've been fine being gone by 17 or 25 too, but… now I have to deal with this shit.I've had 3 attempts! No beautiful light and people saying, "come towards the light!" All I've ever woken up to is puking and terrible stomach aches that made me wish I had died! All of this light crap, and deciding to stay is ALL lies! I didn't see any deceased loved ones and certainly didn't see any beautiful lights! You know what I always wake up to? Running to the toilet so I don't puke all over myself! I remember sitting next to the toilet crying and begging to just die!! The pains is my stomach are so unbearable that I'm always tempted to call 911 but that would mean admitting to what I've done, so I sit in agony and cry.
Years go by and I try again. Same results, just more pills. Will I try again? Probably not. The last attempt I was sick for 3 days and felt like my throat was closed. I just wait for some medical diagnosis that says I'll die and I will be so happy!Similar threads
