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UseItOrLoseIt
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- Dec 4, 2020
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I found about SS in November of last year, after being in a very bad place (nothing new there) and doing research on methods. I joined soon after and for a month I was busy browsing. I wasn't regularly on the site. SS opened a whole new horizon for me and I was soaking it in bit by bit.
After a month I timidly started to post, mostly playing games, which was perfect for the long afternoon shifts. At that time I noticed my thoughts getting more darker and my behavior changed to the point I couldn't hide my depression from anybody. Something about knowing that I'm part of a site that so openly discuss suicide didn't sit well with me. A feeling that I'm trapping myself in a pattern of thoughts that would throw me even deeper into despair. A restlessness for the mere fact that I do belong in here. I wanted to CTB, I was sure of it, but that doubling down of the certitude of it happening was unsettling. It wasn't even a question of keeping a bit of hope alive. Instead, I felt like an innocent man awaiting execution.
The key word here is 'innocent'. I though I didn't deserve this. Some of my earlier post reflected this - I was playing a victim. Because I felt like one.
But for some reason, and I'm not clear on the causes, reading other peoples' stories and commentaries, or just being here, made me accept that there's nothing wrong with wanting to CTB, even if we are all probably 'innocent' by default. I've fully accepted that I want to and will CTB and now I go about my days care-free, acting like nothing's wrong. I would even say that at times I'm happy and suicidal at the same time. "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." gained a whole new meaning.
Thank you SS.
After a month I timidly started to post, mostly playing games, which was perfect for the long afternoon shifts. At that time I noticed my thoughts getting more darker and my behavior changed to the point I couldn't hide my depression from anybody. Something about knowing that I'm part of a site that so openly discuss suicide didn't sit well with me. A feeling that I'm trapping myself in a pattern of thoughts that would throw me even deeper into despair. A restlessness for the mere fact that I do belong in here. I wanted to CTB, I was sure of it, but that doubling down of the certitude of it happening was unsettling. It wasn't even a question of keeping a bit of hope alive. Instead, I felt like an innocent man awaiting execution.
The key word here is 'innocent'. I though I didn't deserve this. Some of my earlier post reflected this - I was playing a victim. Because I felt like one.
But for some reason, and I'm not clear on the causes, reading other peoples' stories and commentaries, or just being here, made me accept that there's nothing wrong with wanting to CTB, even if we are all probably 'innocent' by default. I've fully accepted that I want to and will CTB and now I go about my days care-free, acting like nothing's wrong. I would even say that at times I'm happy and suicidal at the same time. "One must imagine Sisyphus happy." gained a whole new meaning.
Thank you SS.
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