
Nightwillalwayswin
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- May 3, 2020
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I have been teetering on the edge for a long time but feel like tomorrow is the day. I've had SN for well over a year.
I have two main issues that always stop me:
1. Fear of lying there with a broken heart knowing I am dying sad and alone and the panic of the unknown. I am not sure it's SI because I could make myself take the drink. What terrifies me isn't dying or being dead, it's the fear of the weight of that sadness and how emotionally crushing it will be to know that's how I will die. I am scared I will really breakdown and spend my last moments before losing consciousness like this.
2. Kind of linked. My mum. Everyone in my family, every friend, even my younger sister who is my best friend and adores me would find a way to move on eventually. But for my mum, life will be over for her. She will never be happy again. That's where the link is... the fear of lying there, dying, knowing that she is oblivious somewhere thinking her child is fine and within hours her life will be destroyed. I don't want to feel that guilt as I die.
Whenever I am honest with myself about the effect it would have on her in the hours, weeks, years after my death I cry every time without fail.
Does anyone struggle a lot with these things or very similar?
I have two main issues that always stop me:
1. Fear of lying there with a broken heart knowing I am dying sad and alone and the panic of the unknown. I am not sure it's SI because I could make myself take the drink. What terrifies me isn't dying or being dead, it's the fear of the weight of that sadness and how emotionally crushing it will be to know that's how I will die. I am scared I will really breakdown and spend my last moments before losing consciousness like this.
2. Kind of linked. My mum. Everyone in my family, every friend, even my younger sister who is my best friend and adores me would find a way to move on eventually. But for my mum, life will be over for her. She will never be happy again. That's where the link is... the fear of lying there, dying, knowing that she is oblivious somewhere thinking her child is fine and within hours her life will be destroyed. I don't want to feel that guilt as I die.
Whenever I am honest with myself about the effect it would have on her in the hours, weeks, years after my death I cry every time without fail.
Does anyone struggle a lot with these things or very similar?