Hmm, I'm torn on being saved. On the one hand, of course - it would be wonderful to be free of my severe intrusive thoughts and utter lack of motivation, to find living enjoyable and socializing a delight.
But on the other, the desire to ctb has been such a massive part of my life for so long that, I don't know if it's possible - that is, I don't know if the person who would be saved could entirely be called "me." My identity has been so impacted by my mental health, that I don't know who I'd be without it. I've held on to fragments of my pre ocd and suicidal self, but that's all they feel like - pieces, not a whole person, and certainly not the "me" I am today. ...but maybe that's too introspective? Idk.