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Why won't the suicidal thoughts ever go away? I've been living in a good place (I guess it's good. At least it's a lot better) for the past two years, I've got amazing friends and I love them and honestly don't know what I'd do without them and according to people around me I've got a bright academic future. Lol they don't know how little I'm even able to work with stuff.
Anyway... It's like this thick blanket of gray fog wrapped itself around me a long time ago, and even though I don't want or need it anymore it won't let go and when I try to find my way out of it all it responds with is tightening up its grip.
I really, really don't want to put my friends through my suicide because I know it would hurt them. A little voice tells me I'm arrogant for believing they'd actually grieve over my death. No matter what I tell myself, which habits of self-care I try to make and whatever exercise I do or therapy I go to, the suicidal thoughts won't go away. The stupid voice is there all the time and the stupid thoughts are there all the time. So far I've only found ONE thing that can actually make it fade, and that's self harm. I need to hurt myself. It's the only way I can survive. It leaves ugly scars and covering my arms and thighs can be unfortunate in many situations and possibly limiting to my life, but those are small side effects compared to what goes on in my head when I don't inflict pain on myself regularly.
I don't want to depend on a blade to get through the day. I don't want to walk around with constant thoughts of taking my own life. Why won't it ever end and like how do you even believe it can end?
Anyway... It's like this thick blanket of gray fog wrapped itself around me a long time ago, and even though I don't want or need it anymore it won't let go and when I try to find my way out of it all it responds with is tightening up its grip.
I really, really don't want to put my friends through my suicide because I know it would hurt them. A little voice tells me I'm arrogant for believing they'd actually grieve over my death. No matter what I tell myself, which habits of self-care I try to make and whatever exercise I do or therapy I go to, the suicidal thoughts won't go away. The stupid voice is there all the time and the stupid thoughts are there all the time. So far I've only found ONE thing that can actually make it fade, and that's self harm. I need to hurt myself. It's the only way I can survive. It leaves ugly scars and covering my arms and thighs can be unfortunate in many situations and possibly limiting to my life, but those are small side effects compared to what goes on in my head when I don't inflict pain on myself regularly.
I don't want to depend on a blade to get through the day. I don't want to walk around with constant thoughts of taking my own life. Why won't it ever end and like how do you even believe it can end?