ChristopherWalken
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- Aug 15, 2019
- 99
I have been borderline suicidal since my teens. For the most part avoided medication, although in retrospect probably would have helped immensely. I'm in my late 40's now and finally after a long struggle I felt like I was making some personal progress even though my life was crumbling around me. Still I held on to hope and kept a positive mental attitude and was making small daily progress. But a couple weeks ago I got arrested and throw in jail for something I can't disclose here but suffice to say the justice system is bullshit designed to make profit off the backs of taxpayers/prisoners. Aside from what I got thrown in for which, I admit I deserve to be punished for but the punishment is ridiculously disproportionate for what actually happened, I'm a very nice person, I don't even litter. I am nice to everyone and do my best to be a positive force in the universe. Which counts for jack shit as far as these people are concerned. I've never been in trouble in my whole life. I'll be honest, I was petrified. It was so dehumanizing. I felt like an animal I just wanted to knaw my hand off and bleed to death to get out of there. I was in complete shock. I never want to endure that again. I was only in there 2 days. I know a guy that was in for many years and he's out for years now and he's still has terrible ptsd. The time I'm facing, I'll be an old man or dead before I get out, or probably killed on the inside. I was already contemplating suicide before I got arrested because my life that I ruined falling apart. But after that, when thank God my family bailed me out, I headed straight home intent on squaring away a few details and catching the bus as quickly as possible before they could get their hands on me again. When I was in there I was discussing suicide with my cellmate and he was saying he was considering hanging himself with the bedsheet. But I didn't think it would work it's too thick and what he said he was going to attach it to looked like it would just slip off. The thought of not being able to kill myself and being stuck in prison forever terrified me. So I had decided to do it as soon as I got bailed out. But somehow I caught a ray of hope as I was about to do it and honestly I felt a little guilty because my family and friends had come together for me so fast and have been so damn supportive. So I've decided to try and fight it in court and am spending every last dime I have on lawyers hoping against hope for a miracle. Still the stain of this will never leave me the same. I'm still terrified though because they came and got me before while I was sleeping and I'm afraid they'll get me again before I have a chance to kill myself. I wish it was like in the movies where the spies had a cyanide tooth implanted just in case they got captured.