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Gregorius
Better die with a smile than live with tears
- Mar 16, 2020
- 50
Today I received mail from the police, I was charged with drug saling on the darknet (I will not comment further on this) The usual prison sentence is 1-5 years. With my background, it is also possible that I come to forensic psychiatry. I list now two options for which I need your advice.
(It is important to say, that your election does not incite me to Ctb. My decision is reserved for me and free from other opinions. I will value everything here as an opinion, regardless of my)
Option 1: Ctb with Sn
My whole life is a total loss. Like a high speed crash into a wall.
I suffer from several mental disorders like depression, mental pain and beginning psychosis with delusions. No antidepressants help. Very often, really very often I have tried to do something on my own. Starting with moving to my father. This again ended up in a psychiatric ward. 100 times... Arms slashed left and right, shitty flat shares... Everything failed because of my head. And then there's God, I tried that on too. This line is not available. And finally, politics... A disaster. Never again. Also, I am unable to go to school normally. The reasons are all too numerous. Severe depression and laziness, bad combo.
My future is ruined. Years in prison are ahead of me.
Option 2: Continue living
Give life a thousand chances, why? Because I want to be a gardener. The suicidal gardener and prisoner? Wow, that's...
Because I still want to be a writer. Suicidal depressive inmate writer and gardener. That would be a stage-ready prequel... After all, society's celebrating shit as never before. Besides, people (friends and acquaintances) told me that they liked my half-baked writings on Google Doc. But that doesn't count shit! What counts is that people from the INTERNET said them as well. Anyway, they recognized potential (Whatever) . My time, which is coming up if I stay alive, will not be a fairy tale book. Nevertheless I could start again. But I have already tried it so often. Too many times. How am I ever going to get my life back on track. More importantly, HOW CAN I MY UNDERSTAND IN THE ROW? After many unsuccessful therapies from 2015 until now, nothing has helped. None of this will be magicked away in the future, as nice as it might be. Still, I could try it and bleed again. Crying again. As a depressed writer and gardener? Oh, I don't know. If I found my purpose in life, would I find myself?
Thanks to everyone who has read up here. What would you do now if you were in my position. Option 1 or Option 2?
(It is important to say, that your election does not incite me to Ctb. My decision is reserved for me and free from other opinions. I will value everything here as an opinion, regardless of my)
Option 1: Ctb with Sn
My whole life is a total loss. Like a high speed crash into a wall.
I suffer from several mental disorders like depression, mental pain and beginning psychosis with delusions. No antidepressants help. Very often, really very often I have tried to do something on my own. Starting with moving to my father. This again ended up in a psychiatric ward. 100 times... Arms slashed left and right, shitty flat shares... Everything failed because of my head. And then there's God, I tried that on too. This line is not available. And finally, politics... A disaster. Never again. Also, I am unable to go to school normally. The reasons are all too numerous. Severe depression and laziness, bad combo.
My future is ruined. Years in prison are ahead of me.
Option 2: Continue living
Give life a thousand chances, why? Because I want to be a gardener. The suicidal gardener and prisoner? Wow, that's...
Because I still want to be a writer. Suicidal depressive inmate writer and gardener. That would be a stage-ready prequel... After all, society's celebrating shit as never before. Besides, people (friends and acquaintances) told me that they liked my half-baked writings on Google Doc. But that doesn't count shit! What counts is that people from the INTERNET said them as well. Anyway, they recognized potential (Whatever) . My time, which is coming up if I stay alive, will not be a fairy tale book. Nevertheless I could start again. But I have already tried it so often. Too many times. How am I ever going to get my life back on track. More importantly, HOW CAN I MY UNDERSTAND IN THE ROW? After many unsuccessful therapies from 2015 until now, nothing has helped. None of this will be magicked away in the future, as nice as it might be. Still, I could try it and bleed again. Crying again. As a depressed writer and gardener? Oh, I don't know. If I found my purpose in life, would I find myself?
Thanks to everyone who has read up here. What would you do now if you were in my position. Option 1 or Option 2?