pup
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- Mar 28, 2023
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Hello, I hope you all find yourself doing well. Since January of this year I've been incredibly incredibly depressed, hitting rock bottom once or twice. I attempted to commit suicide on the 9th of February with a lethal dose of Morphine, around 350mg but it failed, and I ended up throwing up. These past few months I've been living at my mom's house without a job, and with debts piling up. I've been going to therapy, and today my mom wanted to sit in on the session with the therapist. I was really reluctant, but agreed to do so. That entire hour felt like I was just being berated and told how inconsiderate I was and how I don't really contribute to the house, even though I am very very depressed, vulnerable, and a little suicidal. The session pretty much concluded with a "Get your shit together in a month or you might get kicked out"
I'm at a point now were I just feel like an absolute failure. I don't know what I have to live for, I don't know what to do, I don't really have any hope left. Part of me doesn't want to go, but I ask myself why and I can't come up with any answers. I wish I was in a different environment, but that is not possible. I'm absolutely terrified of looking for new jobs since every job I've had so far hasn't lasted long, the problem mainly breaking down to my anxieties with dealing with people and whatnot. I might try and make another attempt at taking my life, I'm not sure yet, I thought I would post here to see if maybe some sort of hope could be sparked. My best friend is trying so hard to keep me around, and I feel like such a burden to them. I wish I had as much hope as they did.
I wanted to describe my attempt a little more. I remember feeling really excited and euphoric once I had done it, and started listening to some playlists I had saved and played some games on my steam deck. I had scheduled a message to my best friend, which I still have, but well I ended up cancelling that scheduled message since my attempt failed. About an hour after that, I started getting doubtful and regretful about my attempt, but I felt that it was too late to try and turn back now, and did not want to cause a ruckus by calling 911.
I'm at a point now were I just feel like an absolute failure. I don't know what I have to live for, I don't know what to do, I don't really have any hope left. Part of me doesn't want to go, but I ask myself why and I can't come up with any answers. I wish I was in a different environment, but that is not possible. I'm absolutely terrified of looking for new jobs since every job I've had so far hasn't lasted long, the problem mainly breaking down to my anxieties with dealing with people and whatnot. I might try and make another attempt at taking my life, I'm not sure yet, I thought I would post here to see if maybe some sort of hope could be sparked. My best friend is trying so hard to keep me around, and I feel like such a burden to them. I wish I had as much hope as they did.
I wanted to describe my attempt a little more. I remember feeling really excited and euphoric once I had done it, and started listening to some playlists I had saved and played some games on my steam deck. I had scheduled a message to my best friend, which I still have, but well I ended up cancelling that scheduled message since my attempt failed. About an hour after that, I started getting doubtful and regretful about my attempt, but I felt that it was too late to try and turn back now, and did not want to cause a ruckus by calling 911.
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