LowlyBoy
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- Jul 10, 2023
- 21
i'm so tired all the time. my depression has fully taken over, i think.
i want so badly to ctb; it's comforting to be in that state of waiting. waiting until that date because that's when it'll all be over. it makes me happy and gives me something to look forward to.
i already have a way out if i really need to ctb, but i don't think i can any time soon. not with the realization that i'll be leaving all of my cats behind. that's the reason i cant leave yet. because i don't want my babies to wonder where i went and be waiting for me to come back. it breaks me when i think of that. i also want to foster kids and animals later in life, but i just need to wait a few more years of deadnaming and misgendering (i'm trans).
i can only take so much pain before something gives.. i'm currently relying on sh and restricting my diet to try to cope with my suicidal thoughts.
my problem is every time i get urges to ctb, i never tell anyone. i feel like then they'll ask me a bunch of questions and try to stop me from ctb, which is probably a good thing, but not to suicidal me in that headspace. i can't let them sabotage me if i really need to leave.
i have a therapist (and she's very nice), but i still struggle talking about this with her. i've never been able to just talk about my suicidal ideation without people making it into a huge deal.
it feels like if i kms, then people (specifically my mother) would finally care about me. finally realize that i was in so much pain i couldn't take living anymore.
is it wrong to say i want them to feel guilty for not doing anything while i was still alive?
what does my pain matter if no one else realizes how bad it was? i'm sick of being blown off.
i want my friends to finally connect why i went virtual for the past school year and why i never text them anymore or why i never eat at school or why i have bandaids all over my arms.
every time i get called a girl, or my deadname, i can literally visualize a razor cutting into my arm, slicing it open, to the point where i can see my bones. of course, i'm too much of a pussy to go that far because i don't like pain, ironically enough.
i feel like people will never understand how gut-wrenching and physical the pain i feel is when i get misgendered unless i end my life because of it. it's like nails on a chalkboard in my head, static, and high-pitched bellowing in my heart, as if it's being clawed apart.
i don't know. i guess i just want people to care.
but i can't leave my cats behind, and i want to stay for the future kids and animals i want to help.
so i guess i'll suffer until the end of the world happens i guess.
sorry for the kind of long vent. i haven't really posted anything on here before and thought typing out what i'm currently going through would help. thanks for reading if you got this far
i want so badly to ctb; it's comforting to be in that state of waiting. waiting until that date because that's when it'll all be over. it makes me happy and gives me something to look forward to.
i already have a way out if i really need to ctb, but i don't think i can any time soon. not with the realization that i'll be leaving all of my cats behind. that's the reason i cant leave yet. because i don't want my babies to wonder where i went and be waiting for me to come back. it breaks me when i think of that. i also want to foster kids and animals later in life, but i just need to wait a few more years of deadnaming and misgendering (i'm trans).
i can only take so much pain before something gives.. i'm currently relying on sh and restricting my diet to try to cope with my suicidal thoughts.
my problem is every time i get urges to ctb, i never tell anyone. i feel like then they'll ask me a bunch of questions and try to stop me from ctb, which is probably a good thing, but not to suicidal me in that headspace. i can't let them sabotage me if i really need to leave.
i have a therapist (and she's very nice), but i still struggle talking about this with her. i've never been able to just talk about my suicidal ideation without people making it into a huge deal.
it feels like if i kms, then people (specifically my mother) would finally care about me. finally realize that i was in so much pain i couldn't take living anymore.
is it wrong to say i want them to feel guilty for not doing anything while i was still alive?
what does my pain matter if no one else realizes how bad it was? i'm sick of being blown off.
i want my friends to finally connect why i went virtual for the past school year and why i never text them anymore or why i never eat at school or why i have bandaids all over my arms.
every time i get called a girl, or my deadname, i can literally visualize a razor cutting into my arm, slicing it open, to the point where i can see my bones. of course, i'm too much of a pussy to go that far because i don't like pain, ironically enough.
i feel like people will never understand how gut-wrenching and physical the pain i feel is when i get misgendered unless i end my life because of it. it's like nails on a chalkboard in my head, static, and high-pitched bellowing in my heart, as if it's being clawed apart.
i don't know. i guess i just want people to care.
but i can't leave my cats behind, and i want to stay for the future kids and animals i want to help.
so i guess i'll suffer until the end of the world happens i guess.
sorry for the kind of long vent. i haven't really posted anything on here before and thought typing out what i'm currently going through would help. thanks for reading if you got this far