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Dried_Ink
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- Aug 1, 2022
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Been living at my parents house due to an eviction. Depression has made it difficult to get out of bed and wake up before noon. This morning, mom rushed in like a bat out of hell and did her "when I was your age" spiel. She was legit furious that her day started at 6am and I laid in bed till noon. What she doesn't know is that sleep is my only peace from the daily mental anguish I endure. She doesn't know that over the past 2 months, I've tried and failed to overdose on fentanyl a total of 5 times. Or that I practiced hanging with a belt a dozen times, as far as having the chair below me but couldn't bring myself to kick it because of SI…If she knew I'd be gone by the end of the week, let's say of some incurable terminal illness, I guarantee she would treat me differently. Maybe let me stay in bed the whole day. Bring meals to me. Treat me with kindness and gentleness.
What's crazy is, I'm so at peace with my upcoming ctb (sn ordered, comfort meds gathered, plan in place) that I didn't play along like I typically would. What I mean is, I didn't let her attack get under my skin and make me feel more depressed/self-loathing. Instead, her outburst only strengthened my resolve to go through with it. It's hard to take anything seriously anymore when I probably won't see the end of August.
What's crazy is, I'm so at peace with my upcoming ctb (sn ordered, comfort meds gathered, plan in place) that I didn't play along like I typically would. What I mean is, I didn't let her attack get under my skin and make me feel more depressed/self-loathing. Instead, her outburst only strengthened my resolve to go through with it. It's hard to take anything seriously anymore when I probably won't see the end of August.