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painpaingoaway
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- Sep 16, 2023
- 23
I don't want to die. I have a loving wife, a beautiful child and we are building our dream home together as we always wanted. I want to see my children grow, to teach them math, languages, literature, programming, astronomy...
But my mind... Every single waking moment my mind is thinking about suicide. I don't even have any reason for doing so. I actually feel terrible in knowing that many of you are facing such enormous challenges that suicide is the only option left while I have a seemingly perfect life.
I try to push these thoughts away, but it feels like there is another mind dividing the space in my brain. It's not a voice, but all these incessant thoughts a day long trying to push me over the edge.
The only way to muffle them, even for a little while is through pain and blood. Fhe thoughts became so unbearable that I relapsed to cutting. I had promissed my wife years ago that I would stop and I went 3 or 4 years "clean", but I broke that promise.
I don't want to cut myself too, but after an entire day of fighting my own mind, when I cut and see those lovely crimsom pearls appearing I feel an immense relief. It feels like by cutting I'm letting all this pent up anguish leave my body through the cuts.
I don't want to die, and now I'm genuinely scared. My mind keeps thinking about doing it even while I sleep. I just want to be happy and to enjoy my life. I can't kill myself, that would destroy my wife's and my child's life. I love them too much to make them suffer this.
But my mind... Every single waking moment my mind is thinking about suicide. I don't even have any reason for doing so. I actually feel terrible in knowing that many of you are facing such enormous challenges that suicide is the only option left while I have a seemingly perfect life.
I try to push these thoughts away, but it feels like there is another mind dividing the space in my brain. It's not a voice, but all these incessant thoughts a day long trying to push me over the edge.
The only way to muffle them, even for a little while is through pain and blood. Fhe thoughts became so unbearable that I relapsed to cutting. I had promissed my wife years ago that I would stop and I went 3 or 4 years "clean", but I broke that promise.
I don't want to cut myself too, but after an entire day of fighting my own mind, when I cut and see those lovely crimsom pearls appearing I feel an immense relief. It feels like by cutting I'm letting all this pent up anguish leave my body through the cuts.
I don't want to die, and now I'm genuinely scared. My mind keeps thinking about doing it even while I sleep. I just want to be happy and to enjoy my life. I can't kill myself, that would destroy my wife's and my child's life. I love them too much to make them suffer this.