Digz
Gold Member
So, tonight, for the what-seems-like the billionth time in my life, I'm having the thought that I want to kill myself. After years of therapy, I know it's just that - a thought - a well ingrained, well learnt, patterned reaction to stress and triggers born from a time when killing myself really was the only way out.
I was taught through therapy to tell myself, "I'm having the thought that...." or "Oh yes, that's the old 'I want to kill myself story again'", which I do. It works. I'm aware that it's not a thought I have to attach to. But when I'm feeling so horrible, the whole thing is almost too much. More than anything when I'm like this I feel vehement anger and a sense of injustice that I shouldn't have to manage these thoughts, that if I'd been born into a family of actual, decent human beings, managing my neuron-suicidal-pathways, just wouldn't be something I would even have to consider.
And generally I try not to be, 'Oh woe is me', but tonight I just want to say 'f**k the world' and be angry that I have been dealt this hand in life, until tomorrow when I will take a deep breath and be mummy and wife and teacher and pretend that last night, like so many over my lifetime, wasn't about intensity and struggles and avoidance of what my own brain falsely tells me is a super-duper idea.
I was taught through therapy to tell myself, "I'm having the thought that...." or "Oh yes, that's the old 'I want to kill myself story again'", which I do. It works. I'm aware that it's not a thought I have to attach to. But when I'm feeling so horrible, the whole thing is almost too much. More than anything when I'm like this I feel vehement anger and a sense of injustice that I shouldn't have to manage these thoughts, that if I'd been born into a family of actual, decent human beings, managing my neuron-suicidal-pathways, just wouldn't be something I would even have to consider.
And generally I try not to be, 'Oh woe is me', but tonight I just want to say 'f**k the world' and be angry that I have been dealt this hand in life, until tomorrow when I will take a deep breath and be mummy and wife and teacher and pretend that last night, like so many over my lifetime, wasn't about intensity and struggles and avoidance of what my own brain falsely tells me is a super-duper idea.