
degeneratewaste
dressed for the grave.
- Aug 24, 2020
- 264
as the title reads: today my SN arrived, the final piece to my puzzle. I now have all the supplies needed - propanolol, cimetidine, metoclopramide and SN - to take my own life. it all feels so close and tangible, yet so far away; I am unable to compute that I now have my hands on a very real poison that can take away my struggles in less than an hour. it's right there in front of me, but I still feel so unsure.
in recent months, I have truly derailed. I'm alone; my mental health is at an all time low, and every day is such a massive push to even keep myself alive with basic function. I find it too hard to cook for myself, eat anything, clean up after myself or sometimes even bathe. I know most people here experience similar, but this is the worst my depression has ever been. I've tried to get help for years on end, when it wasn't so bad or hard to handle, and got nothing. I recently got referred to a mental health service after using my last available energy to push, for one last cry for help. I thought maybe they would take notice, when I told them all my terrible symptoms, traumas and struggles, and still all I get is waiting 3-4 weeks each time before I can talk to them for another 20 minutes with them doing basically FUCK ALL. if someone as broken as me can't get help, then the system is truly fucked. this is why I am at this point, this crossroad. I don't have any more energy to do this.
I thought that having the SN would bring me some comfort, maybe some clarity, even. yet, with this means to an end so close that I can almost taste it (yum, delicious salt water.), everything is as murky as ever. I'm starting to doubt myself - I'm at the lowest point I've ever been, and I've never wanted to die more, but surely if I am this indecisive then inside I must want to live?
it's sad. because if I actually had access to real mental health care from the moment my symptoms started, then I probably wouldn't be so fucked in the first place. thank you NHS and thank you Boris fucking Johnson and the Tory Party. stupid bunch of cunts. anyways, I don't know what I'm saying here. I feel trapped. like suicide is the only option. even if I wanted to recover the resources here are not anywhere near enough, and it's not like I can afford private healthcare. looks like I'm gonna die of suicide at some point, and I don't know when. but everything is really making it feel like it will be soon.
and it hurts, oh it hurts.
in recent months, I have truly derailed. I'm alone; my mental health is at an all time low, and every day is such a massive push to even keep myself alive with basic function. I find it too hard to cook for myself, eat anything, clean up after myself or sometimes even bathe. I know most people here experience similar, but this is the worst my depression has ever been. I've tried to get help for years on end, when it wasn't so bad or hard to handle, and got nothing. I recently got referred to a mental health service after using my last available energy to push, for one last cry for help. I thought maybe they would take notice, when I told them all my terrible symptoms, traumas and struggles, and still all I get is waiting 3-4 weeks each time before I can talk to them for another 20 minutes with them doing basically FUCK ALL. if someone as broken as me can't get help, then the system is truly fucked. this is why I am at this point, this crossroad. I don't have any more energy to do this.
I thought that having the SN would bring me some comfort, maybe some clarity, even. yet, with this means to an end so close that I can almost taste it (yum, delicious salt water.), everything is as murky as ever. I'm starting to doubt myself - I'm at the lowest point I've ever been, and I've never wanted to die more, but surely if I am this indecisive then inside I must want to live?
it's sad. because if I actually had access to real mental health care from the moment my symptoms started, then I probably wouldn't be so fucked in the first place. thank you NHS and thank you Boris fucking Johnson and the Tory Party. stupid bunch of cunts. anyways, I don't know what I'm saying here. I feel trapped. like suicide is the only option. even if I wanted to recover the resources here are not anywhere near enough, and it's not like I can afford private healthcare. looks like I'm gonna die of suicide at some point, and I don't know when. but everything is really making it feel like it will be soon.
and it hurts, oh it hurts.