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Time_To_Die
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- Jun 28, 2019
- 41
Hello friends!
As the title says, I was 25 when I joined SS (when my life basically imploded) and I'm 32 now. The thought of making it to 32 was incomprehensible when I was 25, and yet here I am. I thought I would share some thoughts, which will hopefully prove useful to anyone who thinks they might still be around in a few years.
I'm a bit ambivalent about having survived this long. I'm far from a success story, though I've had ups as well as downs in the past six and and a half years. I got a super high-paying job in a highly competitive field (data science). I stayed in that field for about 4.5 years, had another breakdown and moved back in with my parents (where I still live). That's a story for another time, though I can go through it if anyone's interested.
I gained a bunch of weight, lost a bunch of weight, learned that I had gained a bunch of muscle when I was fat. So now I look better than I did when I was first skinny. It seems that sometimes failure is a prerequisite for success. Who knew?
Still no relationships outside my family really. Most of my old friends have moved on and don't return my calls anymore. But my relationship with my family has grown much deeper.
Now I'm trying to cobble together some sort of life after two years of unemployment and no real relationships. I don't know if I'll be able to do it. Honestly I still sort of wish I had killed myself in my 20s. But I'm going to try to keep moving forward in life. Because I've learned that the worst thing about suicidal ideation is that it stops you from preparing for the future, when you will (statistically) most likely still be alive.
Feel free to ask any questions or post any of your own relevant stories.
As the title says, I was 25 when I joined SS (when my life basically imploded) and I'm 32 now. The thought of making it to 32 was incomprehensible when I was 25, and yet here I am. I thought I would share some thoughts, which will hopefully prove useful to anyone who thinks they might still be around in a few years.
I'm a bit ambivalent about having survived this long. I'm far from a success story, though I've had ups as well as downs in the past six and and a half years. I got a super high-paying job in a highly competitive field (data science). I stayed in that field for about 4.5 years, had another breakdown and moved back in with my parents (where I still live). That's a story for another time, though I can go through it if anyone's interested.
I gained a bunch of weight, lost a bunch of weight, learned that I had gained a bunch of muscle when I was fat. So now I look better than I did when I was first skinny. It seems that sometimes failure is a prerequisite for success. Who knew?
Still no relationships outside my family really. Most of my old friends have moved on and don't return my calls anymore. But my relationship with my family has grown much deeper.
Now I'm trying to cobble together some sort of life after two years of unemployment and no real relationships. I don't know if I'll be able to do it. Honestly I still sort of wish I had killed myself in my 20s. But I'm going to try to keep moving forward in life. Because I've learned that the worst thing about suicidal ideation is that it stops you from preparing for the future, when you will (statistically) most likely still be alive.
Feel free to ask any questions or post any of your own relevant stories.