Hey there, I'm non-binary and in my early 30's. Aside from depression (obviously?), I suffer from anxiety and am somewhere on the ADHD and autism spectrums.
I first learned about this site a little over a month ago when I was "casually" researching methods and I came across that NYT article which mentioned the forum.
I'm actually typing up a "depression narrative" right now (which is exhausting) but I will keep it brief here:
I've been suffering from depression for over a decade, probably starting around high school? I've taken several anti-depressants and mood-stabilizers since then but none of them have ever *really* worked - the most I can hope for is that they minimize, or at least reduce, my suicidal ideation, at least for a time.
But my depression and endless self-loathing have never really gone away and in fact have only gotten worse in the past year, including far more frequent and severe ideation. I've also made a litany of poor choices, especially recently, that have made me feel trapped and helpless, even moreso than usual, and I'm not sure how to escape. That said, I did just start seeing a doctor to prescribe me ketamine, after looking for it for years, so I guess we'll see if that helps any, but even now there's a not-insignificant part of me doesn't even want it to work - which is concerning (but relatable, I'm sure).
I've never made an attempt, despite "casually" researching methods on-and-off for a decade, but am increasingly becoming more comfortable with the fact that my death would cause my parents a lot of grief. (I also only started seriously self-harming this year.)
(That's the thing that's always stopped me (aside from not being very resourceful): even if I don't get along with them all that much, and they undoubtedly caused me a lot of trauma (although not much in the realm of ACEs), I can only imagine what losing a child does to someone, and not only do I have empathy for that, the fact that my parents have raised me and given me so much makes me feel a degree of compassion and even closeness towards them, and am thus wary about hurting them. So the fact I'm getting more comfortable with this is concerning to say the least, but in another sense it's freeing: I used to lament and feel trapped by the fact that I was so depressed and unhappy yet so unwilling to end my life by my own hands. That said, I don't want to romanticize being suicidal. I end up crying all the time and rarely have energy to do anything productive or be in the present moment.)
So that's what brings me here. Tbh, at the end of the day I don't know if I have that much confidence in the fact I'll go through with anything (I gather "ctb" is the shorthand for this, just based on the posts I've seen?) but I still feel a certain pull to be here.