ApparentlyNot
Thanks for all the cats.
- Jul 8, 2023
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When I joined this forum I was absolutely ready to die. It feels odd to realize how much worse I was back then compared to now. I was certain. I thought about dying every other minute. I am only here due to guilt and due to not having a method I felt comfortable with easily accessible.
Then I found the chatroom function of this forum, and as someone who had been entirely devoid of social interaction or validation for several years, it and the community surrounding it became an extremely effective distraction and cope for me. It functioned somewhat like exposure therapy; I remember having an anxiety attack the first time I typed a message in there because that's how antisocial I was. It taught me that I had been lying to myself that I did not want friends and love and community. I met some amazing people I now call my friends even. But it has also been painful and maladaptive for me...
Anyway, one stint in the psych ward and almost a year of coping with drugs/alcohol and talking to other suicidal people online later, and I simply find myself here in limbo, with one foot in the door and one foot out. This leaves me making no progress towards death or life. I feel too suicidal and depressed, too anhedonic and hopeless, to muster up any libido for life or engagement with it. I do the same thing every single day, which is essentially nothing.
How do I pick a fucking lane here? To seek a life of fulfillment or to allow myself to die. It feels damn near impossible to make any changes when I don't particularly have any hope or interest in life. How do I "recovery" from the point where I am?
Then I found the chatroom function of this forum, and as someone who had been entirely devoid of social interaction or validation for several years, it and the community surrounding it became an extremely effective distraction and cope for me. It functioned somewhat like exposure therapy; I remember having an anxiety attack the first time I typed a message in there because that's how antisocial I was. It taught me that I had been lying to myself that I did not want friends and love and community. I met some amazing people I now call my friends even. But it has also been painful and maladaptive for me...
Anyway, one stint in the psych ward and almost a year of coping with drugs/alcohol and talking to other suicidal people online later, and I simply find myself here in limbo, with one foot in the door and one foot out. This leaves me making no progress towards death or life. I feel too suicidal and depressed, too anhedonic and hopeless, to muster up any libido for life or engagement with it. I do the same thing every single day, which is essentially nothing.
How do I pick a fucking lane here? To seek a life of fulfillment or to allow myself to die. It feels damn near impossible to make any changes when I don't particularly have any hope or interest in life. How do I "recovery" from the point where I am?
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