Freaknik
Member
- Nov 12, 2023
- 18
About three years ago, I began posting on this forum because my life was going down the shitter. For the next two years after that, my life improved somewhat. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough to keep me chugging along and hoping for a better future.
Recently, I've relapsed into suicidal ideation again, and it's brought me to my knees. These current feelings are the most intense, crippling, and exhausting they've ever been. I'm the closest I've ever been to actually giving up in life, quitting my job and just passing the time before I finally decide to leave this place. Every moment is filled with thoughts of, "Am I ready to do it? What happens after death? Can I go through with it?" I've even drafted a note, and have individual notes planned for certain people in my life.
I have severe anxiety, depression and OCD, and it's made my life a living hell. My medication does nothing. I also struggle with my appearance, as I have jaw issues that affect my sleep quality and the way I look. No sleep is ever enough, and I'm a zombie during the day due to my exhaustion and fatigue from my poor sleep quality.
I had goals of getting into a relationship, getting married and having kids – I would likely adopt as I would not want my children to suffer mentally or physically like I do. But, reality seems to have reared its ugly head and stopped me in my tracks. I'm considering fentanyl as a way out, and I could get it locally if I wanted to pursue this route. I personally believe consciousness ceases after death, and I go between being fine with this, and being scared.
I'm seriously on the edge of giving up, and not passively like before. My mind is ready to go through with it this time. A few weeks ago, I was listening to music and, randomly, I was flooded with this feeling of acceptance regarding my suicide. It was a combination of numbness and a thought of inevitability, like suicide is on the table no matter what.
Recently, I've relapsed into suicidal ideation again, and it's brought me to my knees. These current feelings are the most intense, crippling, and exhausting they've ever been. I'm the closest I've ever been to actually giving up in life, quitting my job and just passing the time before I finally decide to leave this place. Every moment is filled with thoughts of, "Am I ready to do it? What happens after death? Can I go through with it?" I've even drafted a note, and have individual notes planned for certain people in my life.
I have severe anxiety, depression and OCD, and it's made my life a living hell. My medication does nothing. I also struggle with my appearance, as I have jaw issues that affect my sleep quality and the way I look. No sleep is ever enough, and I'm a zombie during the day due to my exhaustion and fatigue from my poor sleep quality.
I had goals of getting into a relationship, getting married and having kids – I would likely adopt as I would not want my children to suffer mentally or physically like I do. But, reality seems to have reared its ugly head and stopped me in my tracks. I'm considering fentanyl as a way out, and I could get it locally if I wanted to pursue this route. I personally believe consciousness ceases after death, and I go between being fine with this, and being scared.
I'm seriously on the edge of giving up, and not passively like before. My mind is ready to go through with it this time. A few weeks ago, I was listening to music and, randomly, I was flooded with this feeling of acceptance regarding my suicide. It was a combination of numbness and a thought of inevitability, like suicide is on the table no matter what.