I have a chronic suicidiality about me, I think about it whenever I'm even mildly stressed. I don't know that I'm actually suicidal in the sense that I'd make another attempt, I've improved a lot in the last year or so and I can't see myself becoming that hopeless again, I don't want to throw everything away because I know here are good things in life, even when the bad is so hard to live with.
It's a still a very tempting place for me to go.
I don't know if it's also just tiredness, I have all of this weight to carry in memories and life experiences and it's exhausting.
I accept that I want to die while I continue to live and while I commit to staying alive. I've heard plenty of therapists say that changes for most people but I don't count on that for myself. I've been planning my suicide since I was 9, made attempt after attempt in high school, and only stopped when my last attempt over a year ago gave me a near death experience. I was in the emergency garage being wheeled in while the ems went to check me in and next thing I was on a stretcher with 5 doctors over me hooked up to 3 different monitors. I went into cardiac arrest and was technically dead. I'm so hesitant to say this, because I know that there a lot of vulnerable people on this board butit was so peaceful and I was so angry they brought me back. I felt lied to, all those years they told me how horrible it is to die in an OD but I never felt more at home and I was brought back into a world of suffering
I don't want to attempt again after that, I guess even though I don't have any cemented spiritual beliefs I can't help but feel there must have been a reason, both that I survived that attempt and everything else. Maybe I'm supposed to do more with my life. I give myself strength to continue by believing that one day I will get my shit together, and when I do I want to make it my life's purpose to help people who are suffering and forgotten.
I just wanted to add my thoughts here, I don't know if anyone else is in the same place.
It's a still a very tempting place for me to go.
I don't know if it's also just tiredness, I have all of this weight to carry in memories and life experiences and it's exhausting.
I accept that I want to die while I continue to live and while I commit to staying alive. I've heard plenty of therapists say that changes for most people but I don't count on that for myself. I've been planning my suicide since I was 9, made attempt after attempt in high school, and only stopped when my last attempt over a year ago gave me a near death experience. I was in the emergency garage being wheeled in while the ems went to check me in and next thing I was on a stretcher with 5 doctors over me hooked up to 3 different monitors. I went into cardiac arrest and was technically dead. I'm so hesitant to say this, because I know that there a lot of vulnerable people on this board but
I don't want to attempt again after that, I guess even though I don't have any cemented spiritual beliefs I can't help but feel there must have been a reason, both that I survived that attempt and everything else. Maybe I'm supposed to do more with my life. I give myself strength to continue by believing that one day I will get my shit together, and when I do I want to make it my life's purpose to help people who are suffering and forgotten.
I just wanted to add my thoughts here, I don't know if anyone else is in the same place.