Kenny
Looking for meaning in the weirdest places
- Apr 27, 2026
- 48
Long story short, I'm scared to ctb, that's why I'm still here. Some days I want to ctb, other days I don't, but every day I have the thought to. I am going to separate this into sections in case some people don't want to read all my rants.
BACKSTORY:
Recently my family decided to take a family vacation, and my dad basically threatened to kick me out if I didn't tag along. I told him it wouldn't be enjoyable because things have changed but noooo, it'll be great he said. I want to move out don't get me wrong, but I literally just graduated high school a few days before this so it's not really that good of an option unless I want to live like a rat or under a bridge.
Anyway, we go on the road trip and it's probably 30-ish hours one way, over half of which is literally just arguing between my siblings. They also know about my depression and my addiction because I try to be open with what I am going through to get support, instead of supporting me they mock me about it for the entire trip down. It got so bad that when we stopped at a Walmart, I had to openly say "Y'know, bullying someone that wants to ctb is basically a death wish". They shut up for maybe three minutes at most and started up again after. It's been miserable for everyone and even my mom said it might be a good idea to go home halfway down, but my dad being stubborn as a donkey decided we should keep going down. I couldn't even enjoy this trip even if I wanted to go because my siblings make it so insufferable.
After that gruesome and uneventful roadtrip (which was painfully rushed due to horrible planning), we finally arrived at my grandmas house. Turns out the room I'm staying in has a rifle and ammo... I'm scared because I don't want to ctb, but I am so impulsive and my family makes my life a living hell. They can't even see (or at least acknowledge) that they're the reason that I struggle with addiction. Their constant fighting and bullying is what drove me to my computer to escape them. Ironic how I've always thought to myself that I shouldn't have access to a gun because it'd be an instant way to go (at least that's my perception of it), yet, here I am.
HELP:
I am not sure what to do. I'm going to be here for a week or so but I am scared that something might happen. I'm super impulsive and throw myself headfirst into things, I need to find a coping mechanism or something productive to do. I gotta find something that'll get me through the next three weeks I'll have to suffer through this trip. I am seriously anti-social right now and people are trying to force me to be social :p
(I hope this is the right section for this I don't really know. This might be a bit of an oddball scenario)
BACKSTORY:
Recently my family decided to take a family vacation, and my dad basically threatened to kick me out if I didn't tag along. I told him it wouldn't be enjoyable because things have changed but noooo, it'll be great he said. I want to move out don't get me wrong, but I literally just graduated high school a few days before this so it's not really that good of an option unless I want to live like a rat or under a bridge.
Anyway, we go on the road trip and it's probably 30-ish hours one way, over half of which is literally just arguing between my siblings. They also know about my depression and my addiction because I try to be open with what I am going through to get support, instead of supporting me they mock me about it for the entire trip down. It got so bad that when we stopped at a Walmart, I had to openly say "Y'know, bullying someone that wants to ctb is basically a death wish". They shut up for maybe three minutes at most and started up again after. It's been miserable for everyone and even my mom said it might be a good idea to go home halfway down, but my dad being stubborn as a donkey decided we should keep going down. I couldn't even enjoy this trip even if I wanted to go because my siblings make it so insufferable.
After that gruesome and uneventful roadtrip (which was painfully rushed due to horrible planning), we finally arrived at my grandmas house. Turns out the room I'm staying in has a rifle and ammo... I'm scared because I don't want to ctb, but I am so impulsive and my family makes my life a living hell. They can't even see (or at least acknowledge) that they're the reason that I struggle with addiction. Their constant fighting and bullying is what drove me to my computer to escape them. Ironic how I've always thought to myself that I shouldn't have access to a gun because it'd be an instant way to go (at least that's my perception of it), yet, here I am.
HELP:
I am not sure what to do. I'm going to be here for a week or so but I am scared that something might happen. I'm super impulsive and throw myself headfirst into things, I need to find a coping mechanism or something productive to do. I gotta find something that'll get me through the next three weeks I'll have to suffer through this trip. I am seriously anti-social right now and people are trying to force me to be social :p
(I hope this is the right section for this I don't really know. This might be a bit of an oddball scenario)
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