MariaMars24
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First I will say that I use to self-harm. When I was 16 and I was cutting myself on my hand with my house key before taking the bus to school that morning. I liked the feeling. The pain blocked my real pain. I was hopeless. I had no friends in high school. I remember punching myself on my legs until it felt numb. The last time I ever punched myself it was last year because I had an argument with my now ex about when he and I would visit each other for the first time. For a whole year (2013) I was waiting for a date. I remember telling him that I will visit him on April (2014) and he said "fine, your choice". It hurt so bad to feel unwanted. I was crying hard and I punched my leg. I was shocked. I did not want to be at that place of helplessness again. Stress really kills me. I think about suicide a lot when stressed.
I am a bike rider and sometimes I dream of just jumping to a car a getting hit.
I remember when I was so stressed I told my mom that I get suicidal and she says she's suicidal too.
To this day I am fascinated with suicide. I would spend hours watching people killing themselves on these websites. I remember watching so many gore videos on best gore and I would feel dis-sensitize afterwards...like I knew the cruelty of the world. I stopped going to best gore because I noticed on the comment section on how people were sexually aroused watching these videos so I had to stop. One thing I regret was watching a video of a man being murdered. One time I watched videos of those who jumped from the twin towers on 9/11 for hours. The weird thing is that if on the news there is a report on someone who died I would not feel anything. It is just too fascinating. i would spend hours reading about celebrity deaths/suicides.
People don't understand how I love how brave these people are. it's depressing but fascinating.They want to end it so they have the courage and ended it. It sounds so weird. I feel like a freak admitting that. I hate when people say those who commit suicide are selfish. Look at the world we f*cking live in. You are so concerned about one person killing him/herself but so many children are dying in the hands of the government/war/etc.
I remember spending hours pretending to hang myself when I was a teen. I would wrap a string around my neck just hanging..thinking if I should go further. I remember trying to suffocate myself. I remember being in the bathtub just staring at the water pondering if I could drown myself. During my relationship I would take pictures of pills and a alcohol drink and send it to my ex when I was very very depress. I text a picture of a woman who hanged herself. I text a video of a girlfriend who killed herself after and argument with her boyfriend. I don't know why I did such things..it was not for attention. I just wanted to do what these people did. I wanted my ex to know how much I was/am in pain. It was not to hurt him. And that's the weird thing is that I don't think about others when I want to die. I never wanted to hurt them. I just did not feel good enough. I felt worthless. I did not think. I felt dead.
I was in a mental facility 3-4 times for suicide attempts/stress/etc. They were lousy though. I took pills panic and called 911. Is that dum? was I seeking for attention? It's the idea of suicide ..the action..the moment I felt empty..the pills I was holding in my hands..the tears..I did not want to really die..I wanted to be in that desperate place because what else do I have to hold on to that was good?
I remember during my relationship I would get so desperate and I would plan my suicide because of the stress of the relationship. I would say I'm going to kill myself on Sunday at blah blah time. I remember my sister and I went to the beach and walked on the pier...I would stare at the ocean wanting to jump so bad to the ocean.
I just discovered the term suicidal ideation so I am learning. I am not suicidal now btw. Just sharing my shadows..I feel weird though.
I am a bike rider and sometimes I dream of just jumping to a car a getting hit.
I remember when I was so stressed I told my mom that I get suicidal and she says she's suicidal too.
To this day I am fascinated with suicide. I would spend hours watching people killing themselves on these websites. I remember watching so many gore videos on best gore and I would feel dis-sensitize afterwards...like I knew the cruelty of the world. I stopped going to best gore because I noticed on the comment section on how people were sexually aroused watching these videos so I had to stop. One thing I regret was watching a video of a man being murdered. One time I watched videos of those who jumped from the twin towers on 9/11 for hours. The weird thing is that if on the news there is a report on someone who died I would not feel anything. It is just too fascinating. i would spend hours reading about celebrity deaths/suicides.
People don't understand how I love how brave these people are. it's depressing but fascinating.They want to end it so they have the courage and ended it. It sounds so weird. I feel like a freak admitting that. I hate when people say those who commit suicide are selfish. Look at the world we f*cking live in. You are so concerned about one person killing him/herself but so many children are dying in the hands of the government/war/etc.
I remember spending hours pretending to hang myself when I was a teen. I would wrap a string around my neck just hanging..thinking if I should go further. I remember trying to suffocate myself. I remember being in the bathtub just staring at the water pondering if I could drown myself. During my relationship I would take pictures of pills and a alcohol drink and send it to my ex when I was very very depress. I text a picture of a woman who hanged herself. I text a video of a girlfriend who killed herself after and argument with her boyfriend. I don't know why I did such things..it was not for attention. I just wanted to do what these people did. I wanted my ex to know how much I was/am in pain. It was not to hurt him. And that's the weird thing is that I don't think about others when I want to die. I never wanted to hurt them. I just did not feel good enough. I felt worthless. I did not think. I felt dead.
I was in a mental facility 3-4 times for suicide attempts/stress/etc. They were lousy though. I took pills panic and called 911. Is that dum? was I seeking for attention? It's the idea of suicide ..the action..the moment I felt empty..the pills I was holding in my hands..the tears..I did not want to really die..I wanted to be in that desperate place because what else do I have to hold on to that was good?
I remember during my relationship I would get so desperate and I would plan my suicide because of the stress of the relationship. I would say I'm going to kill myself on Sunday at blah blah time. I remember my sister and I went to the beach and walked on the pier...I would stare at the ocean wanting to jump so bad to the ocean.
I just discovered the term suicidal ideation so I am learning. I am not suicidal now btw. Just sharing my shadows..I feel weird though.
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