
I Me & Myself
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- Sep 9, 2025
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I've been browsing this site without an account for a bit and read some stories about struggling with keeping friends through crisis. And it just reminded me that my friends stayed and that gives me hope to get out of this hole. With them. I hope this isn't insensitive to all of you who have lost friends.
I impulsively wrote a friend shortly before attempting suicide. They knew I was suicidal and it felt unfair to just disappear on them, so I did text them. They responded to me a bit later and talked talked to me, keeping me awake, asking me if I wanted to call an ambulance for myself. I did. I'm not exactly sure how I feel about that, but it shows I was not 100% certain of my actions. Without them, I would have probably just passed out and never called an ambulance (though in hindsight, it's debatable if I would have passed away. At that point I naively truly believed I would.)
This felt normal to me. I didn't question it even once.
Until a doctor asked me if that friend was mad at me for telling them I attempted. During it.
I was confused at first, and then I started reading stories on here and it makes sense. What I did was selfish, dragging my friend into this and pushing the responsibility of my actions onto them. Yet they were not mad, they stayed and they are still a good friend of mine. They allow me to joke about it, they are supportive (at least from my perspective).
They aren't in a mentally well off place either, but we kind of just stick together. I feel like an immense burden, but I don't want to tell them that because that would be affirmation seeking. I know they don't see me that way, or at least would never tell me that. So for now I am just going to be grateful that they stayed, even after going through this with me and for me.
I don't know what I did to deserve a friend like them. I know they did not deserve a friend like me, but in the opposite way. I won't text my friend again should such a situation ever occur again. Not because I believe they would react negatively, but because I feel guilty.
My desire to die is still with me, but I've kind of numbed it down to background noise. I know some people genuinely enjoy living and I desire to be like them, and I will attempt to be. I don't know if I'm just gaslighting myself. I hope I'm not.
I impulsively wrote a friend shortly before attempting suicide. They knew I was suicidal and it felt unfair to just disappear on them, so I did text them. They responded to me a bit later and talked talked to me, keeping me awake, asking me if I wanted to call an ambulance for myself. I did. I'm not exactly sure how I feel about that, but it shows I was not 100% certain of my actions. Without them, I would have probably just passed out and never called an ambulance (though in hindsight, it's debatable if I would have passed away. At that point I naively truly believed I would.)
This felt normal to me. I didn't question it even once.
Until a doctor asked me if that friend was mad at me for telling them I attempted. During it.
I was confused at first, and then I started reading stories on here and it makes sense. What I did was selfish, dragging my friend into this and pushing the responsibility of my actions onto them. Yet they were not mad, they stayed and they are still a good friend of mine. They allow me to joke about it, they are supportive (at least from my perspective).
They aren't in a mentally well off place either, but we kind of just stick together. I feel like an immense burden, but I don't want to tell them that because that would be affirmation seeking. I know they don't see me that way, or at least would never tell me that. So for now I am just going to be grateful that they stayed, even after going through this with me and for me.
I don't know what I did to deserve a friend like them. I know they did not deserve a friend like me, but in the opposite way. I won't text my friend again should such a situation ever occur again. Not because I believe they would react negatively, but because I feel guilty.
My desire to die is still with me, but I've kind of numbed it down to background noise. I know some people genuinely enjoy living and I desire to be like them, and I will attempt to be. I don't know if I'm just gaslighting myself. I hope I'm not.