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ThinkingAboutThis
Student
- Jan 7, 2019
- 142
I think it's almost time for me to go. I've really tried to make it and survive, but the suffering is too much. Too much medication damage that may or may not ever reverse, and the life that I was once proud of had turned into a wreckage. I feel this sense of dignity that is basically telling me that I need to go on my own terms. I have been hurt, bullied, shamed, physically and verbally abused and humiliated in my life too many times. I have barely survived over the last 4 years thanks to a family member, strong survival instinct, grace of God, and a few friends who showed up when the need was great. Also, I am very thankful to some long distance friendships I'd made with people suffering in similar ways, so I am grateful to them
But I do feel I am living on borrowed time. I have managed to keep myself from going homeless, and I have secured food, roof over head, heating and sanitation. However, the grief and regret of how my life got where it got is destroying me and the type of situation I am in where the problems cannot be addressed directly, and being stuck in this "waiting game" and "hoping that things may improve one day" is absolutely destroying me spiritually.
Ironically, I was the last person to consider ctb. I recall having fleeting thoughts at the age of 21, but that was very short lived and was very situational. But this time, it's different, far more long lasting and far more serious. Trust me, if I saw hope, I'd keep going, but just today was brutal. I cried for hours, and I feel grief of thousand lifetimes. I cannot withstand this pain any longer. I have not found any person on this planet who will meet me where I am at and hear it all and say. "I understand. I completely understand". I don't really expect it to happen anymore
I have called the Samaritans line twice today and have called the national prevention line just to calm myself down, so I could make it through the rest of the day. I am so tired of living my days like this. It has honestly become far too much.
But I do feel I am living on borrowed time. I have managed to keep myself from going homeless, and I have secured food, roof over head, heating and sanitation. However, the grief and regret of how my life got where it got is destroying me and the type of situation I am in where the problems cannot be addressed directly, and being stuck in this "waiting game" and "hoping that things may improve one day" is absolutely destroying me spiritually.
Ironically, I was the last person to consider ctb. I recall having fleeting thoughts at the age of 21, but that was very short lived and was very situational. But this time, it's different, far more long lasting and far more serious. Trust me, if I saw hope, I'd keep going, but just today was brutal. I cried for hours, and I feel grief of thousand lifetimes. I cannot withstand this pain any longer. I have not found any person on this planet who will meet me where I am at and hear it all and say. "I understand. I completely understand". I don't really expect it to happen anymore
I have called the Samaritans line twice today and have called the national prevention line just to calm myself down, so I could make it through the rest of the day. I am so tired of living my days like this. It has honestly become far too much.