noctiva
the invisible girl
- Nov 6, 2019
- 393
Hei all,
It feels very weird to post here, I've been lurking for approximately 5 weeks, learned so much about human suffering, death and methods to die. Many people here feel very familiar to me already even though you have no idea who I am.
I didn't want to make an account, actually. I just wanted to wait it out and then, at the end, die. But I'm so fragile by now, the stress is so huge, the fear of not being able to do it, I thought it might help if I could talk with someone, at some point, if anyone cares to listen.
I have no physical disability, I am diagnosed as depressed but I refuse to take medication (I'm a neuroscientist and as such I know how little we know about the brain and the effects of medication). I am anxiously attached, and the pain it causes is killing me (no pun intended). I cannot deal with my situation anymore.
I have met a wonderful man 3 years ago. And I want you to completely understand the meaning of the word wonderful here: He is smart as fuck, he is sexy as hell, he is kind, compassionate, just overall gorgeous. I fell in love with him the day I met him. And, over a period of 4 months, he also came to like me. We started to date. He has 4 children from a previous marriage and 50/50 custody of them. From day one he included me in his family, introduced me as his girlfriend. We spend every week he didn't have the kids together, as a close couple, just the two of us, and every other week with the kids, a huge family with loads of stuff going on, we had children's birthday parties, we went to the movies with them, to the trampoline park, swimming and of course hobbies and school etc. I am not saying it was easy, simple or trivial. Not at all. It is tough, that many children, everyone wants something else than the other one, everyone has their own needs, their own wants, their own tantrums. But it was at the same time wonderful, rewarding and at the end of every day I felt loved, content with myself and happy to fall asleep in his arms. It was the first time in my life that I had a family, a real, genuine family with warmth and love.
And I have lost him, I have lost all of them. The time with them was the first time in my life where life was worth living, where I had a purpose, where my existence had a meaning. This life, though tough, it quieted my depression. I could do something, I could function, I could do many many things in one day, not just one. And after about a year I felt loved and safe enough to go back to therapy to really work on myself, because I wanted to get even better, I wanted to become the person that would be able to fully function, no depression, no separation anxiety, no attachment disorder, so I could be the best possible version of myself and support to my partner, support for the kids in growing up. I wanted to develop the courage to talk with them not just about what they did today but also what they thought about it and how they felt about it. I wanted to be there for my partner, to help him heal from his baggage from his own past. I wanted to make everyone's life better, warmer, calmer. I dreamt of seeing the kids grow up, graduate, go to uni, get married, have children. I wanted to see my partner grow old, still smart and sexy as fuck because his attractiveness could never be touched by age.
He threw me out. 5 weeks ago, because we had an absolutely stupid and pointless and childish fight after a really stressful weekend. It had happened before, if we hang out together too much with kids and work stress piling up too high, at some point we get cranky and fight (always stupid little fights over trivial stuff). Then we take a week or two apart, talk it over and we're okay again. Now it's 5 weeks, he wrote me an Email saying he doesn't want a relationship, he also told me this last Friday. But.. I cannot handle it at all. I cannot cope with this. I cannot cope with the loss, with the self-hatred because I wasn't good enough, I didn't become the best I can be fast enough to be allowed to stay. I lost my whole family, everyone.
I have no one else, except one friend from work. And she today told me that I am so negative that she cannot be with me anymore, that she needs to look after her own mental health. And I understand that, she is right, she is wonderful and she deserves all the happiness in the world, not my negative bullshit all the time, I just cannot give it to her. Additionally, I have been given a grant for my studies for next year of 5000e. I need at least 20000e to survive, to pay my mortgage and my food, so January my salary drops from 1600/ month to 358/ month, so I will lose my loan, my apartment, I have nothing left, no home, no friend, no family, no love. All I can do is cry.
The only reason I'm still around is because I begged him, I literally begged him last Friday, to please reconsider and he said he will think about it but right now he needs time. So I am waiting for his answer. It will be negative. I see him every day at work, and he is having a great time, laughing with coworkers and chatting the day away. As soon as he sees me, his face gets cold, distant, he ends the conversation and walks away.
I cannot handle this, I cannot eat, I lost 9 kg in the last 5 weeks, I haven't been this light since I was 12 (now 33). I cannot sleep, if I fall asleep, I get very realistic dreams of the life I have lost, just.. simple things, making food with his youngest, watching a sports game of his eldest, going to a bookstore with him and the kids and checking out mugs, laughing… and when I wake up, alone in the dark, disorientated, not understanding what is going on, until reality hits again and I can do nothing but cry more. I cannot work, because if he is there, I just want to go and see him, as I used to, just give him a kiss, say hi, have lunch with him, see his face light up when I drop by. I have stopped therapy, I have nothing to say anymore except that I need to get him back or I need to die (here, no one cares if you say you want to die). I haven't done laundry for 5 weeks, I cannot stand the idea of washing my bed linen and sleeping in a bed he hasn't slept in. I haven't bought food, I don't have the energy to go anywhere, I don't want to eat anyway, my one and only friend came by once and brought me food out of pity, but that's it, living off of a few digestive cookies a day. I just want the pain to end.
So there's my sob story. I know there are a lot of people here that don't agree with this as a valid reason seeing as I am physically healthy. But please understand that I cannot go back to being single, pointless, purposeless and worthless old me again. I found something so profound I thought I would never find. A family, a whole family with 6 wonderful people in it, and they allowed me into their lives, they accepted me, and they accepted me for the person I was! And I... I destroyed it and I am not allowed to fix it! I feel like I'm falling and falling and falling, I'm screaming for help to anyone who will listen, but no one does. No one even wants to listen anymore. I just get 'Well, he decided to break up, you need to accept that and move on' 'It's just one guy, come on, find someone else, there are a million other guys out there!' And it's tearing me apart, I cannot talk to anyone who actually hears me, I cannot do anything to rectify the situation, I am terrified of being rejected and staying rejected, with Christmas coming up, New Years.. My attachment disorder doesn't allow me to think anything else. I cannot get him back, then I need to leave work anyway, I cannot function there anymore, then again I lose my apartment. So I will be homeless by the latest in February, unemployed and with the knowledge of what I've lost!
My method will be just meto+SN, no antacid, no painkillers, no sedatives (would love some though, but don't have any). I dislike it since I handle pentobarbital at work every day and would love to take a few bottles, but it's tightly regulated and kinda a shit move if I make life harder for those that will take over after me, so SN it is. I signed up to have someone to talk to, especially in the agonizing time between taking the SN and closing my eyes forever.
It feels very weird to post here, I've been lurking for approximately 5 weeks, learned so much about human suffering, death and methods to die. Many people here feel very familiar to me already even though you have no idea who I am.
I didn't want to make an account, actually. I just wanted to wait it out and then, at the end, die. But I'm so fragile by now, the stress is so huge, the fear of not being able to do it, I thought it might help if I could talk with someone, at some point, if anyone cares to listen.
I have no physical disability, I am diagnosed as depressed but I refuse to take medication (I'm a neuroscientist and as such I know how little we know about the brain and the effects of medication). I am anxiously attached, and the pain it causes is killing me (no pun intended). I cannot deal with my situation anymore.
I have met a wonderful man 3 years ago. And I want you to completely understand the meaning of the word wonderful here: He is smart as fuck, he is sexy as hell, he is kind, compassionate, just overall gorgeous. I fell in love with him the day I met him. And, over a period of 4 months, he also came to like me. We started to date. He has 4 children from a previous marriage and 50/50 custody of them. From day one he included me in his family, introduced me as his girlfriend. We spend every week he didn't have the kids together, as a close couple, just the two of us, and every other week with the kids, a huge family with loads of stuff going on, we had children's birthday parties, we went to the movies with them, to the trampoline park, swimming and of course hobbies and school etc. I am not saying it was easy, simple or trivial. Not at all. It is tough, that many children, everyone wants something else than the other one, everyone has their own needs, their own wants, their own tantrums. But it was at the same time wonderful, rewarding and at the end of every day I felt loved, content with myself and happy to fall asleep in his arms. It was the first time in my life that I had a family, a real, genuine family with warmth and love.
And I have lost him, I have lost all of them. The time with them was the first time in my life where life was worth living, where I had a purpose, where my existence had a meaning. This life, though tough, it quieted my depression. I could do something, I could function, I could do many many things in one day, not just one. And after about a year I felt loved and safe enough to go back to therapy to really work on myself, because I wanted to get even better, I wanted to become the person that would be able to fully function, no depression, no separation anxiety, no attachment disorder, so I could be the best possible version of myself and support to my partner, support for the kids in growing up. I wanted to develop the courage to talk with them not just about what they did today but also what they thought about it and how they felt about it. I wanted to be there for my partner, to help him heal from his baggage from his own past. I wanted to make everyone's life better, warmer, calmer. I dreamt of seeing the kids grow up, graduate, go to uni, get married, have children. I wanted to see my partner grow old, still smart and sexy as fuck because his attractiveness could never be touched by age.
He threw me out. 5 weeks ago, because we had an absolutely stupid and pointless and childish fight after a really stressful weekend. It had happened before, if we hang out together too much with kids and work stress piling up too high, at some point we get cranky and fight (always stupid little fights over trivial stuff). Then we take a week or two apart, talk it over and we're okay again. Now it's 5 weeks, he wrote me an Email saying he doesn't want a relationship, he also told me this last Friday. But.. I cannot handle it at all. I cannot cope with this. I cannot cope with the loss, with the self-hatred because I wasn't good enough, I didn't become the best I can be fast enough to be allowed to stay. I lost my whole family, everyone.
I have no one else, except one friend from work. And she today told me that I am so negative that she cannot be with me anymore, that she needs to look after her own mental health. And I understand that, she is right, she is wonderful and she deserves all the happiness in the world, not my negative bullshit all the time, I just cannot give it to her. Additionally, I have been given a grant for my studies for next year of 5000e. I need at least 20000e to survive, to pay my mortgage and my food, so January my salary drops from 1600/ month to 358/ month, so I will lose my loan, my apartment, I have nothing left, no home, no friend, no family, no love. All I can do is cry.
The only reason I'm still around is because I begged him, I literally begged him last Friday, to please reconsider and he said he will think about it but right now he needs time. So I am waiting for his answer. It will be negative. I see him every day at work, and he is having a great time, laughing with coworkers and chatting the day away. As soon as he sees me, his face gets cold, distant, he ends the conversation and walks away.
I cannot handle this, I cannot eat, I lost 9 kg in the last 5 weeks, I haven't been this light since I was 12 (now 33). I cannot sleep, if I fall asleep, I get very realistic dreams of the life I have lost, just.. simple things, making food with his youngest, watching a sports game of his eldest, going to a bookstore with him and the kids and checking out mugs, laughing… and when I wake up, alone in the dark, disorientated, not understanding what is going on, until reality hits again and I can do nothing but cry more. I cannot work, because if he is there, I just want to go and see him, as I used to, just give him a kiss, say hi, have lunch with him, see his face light up when I drop by. I have stopped therapy, I have nothing to say anymore except that I need to get him back or I need to die (here, no one cares if you say you want to die). I haven't done laundry for 5 weeks, I cannot stand the idea of washing my bed linen and sleeping in a bed he hasn't slept in. I haven't bought food, I don't have the energy to go anywhere, I don't want to eat anyway, my one and only friend came by once and brought me food out of pity, but that's it, living off of a few digestive cookies a day. I just want the pain to end.
So there's my sob story. I know there are a lot of people here that don't agree with this as a valid reason seeing as I am physically healthy. But please understand that I cannot go back to being single, pointless, purposeless and worthless old me again. I found something so profound I thought I would never find. A family, a whole family with 6 wonderful people in it, and they allowed me into their lives, they accepted me, and they accepted me for the person I was! And I... I destroyed it and I am not allowed to fix it! I feel like I'm falling and falling and falling, I'm screaming for help to anyone who will listen, but no one does. No one even wants to listen anymore. I just get 'Well, he decided to break up, you need to accept that and move on' 'It's just one guy, come on, find someone else, there are a million other guys out there!' And it's tearing me apart, I cannot talk to anyone who actually hears me, I cannot do anything to rectify the situation, I am terrified of being rejected and staying rejected, with Christmas coming up, New Years.. My attachment disorder doesn't allow me to think anything else. I cannot get him back, then I need to leave work anyway, I cannot function there anymore, then again I lose my apartment. So I will be homeless by the latest in February, unemployed and with the knowledge of what I've lost!
My method will be just meto+SN, no antacid, no painkillers, no sedatives (would love some though, but don't have any). I dislike it since I handle pentobarbital at work every day and would love to take a few bottles, but it's tightly regulated and kinda a shit move if I make life harder for those that will take over after me, so SN it is. I signed up to have someone to talk to, especially in the agonizing time between taking the SN and closing my eyes forever.