I have been contemplating more than is usual lately. Mostly on the question-- why does death/ceasing to exist have such an attractive quality, to me?? Do I fantasize about the idea of death, because of the idea that suffering will "end"? Perhaps I have the mistaken idea, due to desire for what is on the "other side of the fence" & hasn't yet occurred.
For context, I have attempted suicide once, in which I lost 3 days and woke up in a hospital bed (did not know how/blacked out).
I think that what led me to that attempt, was the suicidal fantasies I used as an escape during stress. It started for me, as a child. I thought those thoughts were what "everyone" did when stressed, so I never told anyone (not even my psychiatrists).
I try to understand the thoughts because of how much power they held inside me. A month prior to my attempt, while visiting my "fiance", the thoughts became involuntary. Scenarios of ending my life would replay for hours, keeping me awake. I still never told anyone. At the time, I was in an abusive engagement where I would be exploited financially, and in other ways.
So even now, I look back...The thoughts were something which I used for comfort, but gradually grew into something much larger than me.
For context, I have attempted suicide once, in which I lost 3 days and woke up in a hospital bed (did not know how/blacked out).
I think that what led me to that attempt, was the suicidal fantasies I used as an escape during stress. It started for me, as a child. I thought those thoughts were what "everyone" did when stressed, so I never told anyone (not even my psychiatrists).
I try to understand the thoughts because of how much power they held inside me. A month prior to my attempt, while visiting my "fiance", the thoughts became involuntary. Scenarios of ending my life would replay for hours, keeping me awake. I still never told anyone. At the time, I was in an abusive engagement where I would be exploited financially, and in other ways.
So even now, I look back...The thoughts were something which I used for comfort, but gradually grew into something much larger than me.