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yololu
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- May 5, 2023
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Hello there,
I've never been in this situation and I'm trying to find the right words, but it's really hard to write my thoughts down and ask for help. I came across this forum while I was searching on the darkweb for easy ways to die. My problems don't seem to be that heavy comparing to many of the problems you guys have. A good friend told me, that every problem is a big problem. Maybe in my eyes someones problem doesn't seem that big, but in the eyes of this person, it is.
Also, sorry for my bad English.
Since I've been a teenager I have thoughts in my head, telling me I'm worthless and no one likes me. I mean, they we're right: in school I was the bullied kid, but I did my job well and the whole class stood together to make my life worse. But there is more, like my mom that never actually talked and listened to me or my dad, who always was working abroad and came home at weekends to shout at me for having bad grades.
Around the end of march 2023 my girlfriend broke up with me, telling me I'm not spending enough time with her and not giving her the emotional closeness she needs. I mean, I was working three weeks everyday for 12 hours, because there was a shitload of work to do at my company. Also, she is studying medicine, so she will have to work 12 hours and more and at a higher frequency. Furthermore, in these weeks I had to search a new roommate, because the old one moved out, and was also searching for a new flat, because since she has a dog (around January), that is not allowed in the shared apartment, we have seen each other less often. Her second argument did hurt a lot more. I've never opened up to someone and never told anyone about that voice inside my head, telling me I'm pathetic at the time I wake up and yells at me that I'm worthless, every time I'm doing nothing and trying to think about nothing. So my little fucked up brain thought, it would be the right thing, to open up to her, tell her about that voice, how every of my day is. How often I think about jumping out of the window (4th floor). She laughed, for a second or two, and at this moment the voice told me, that even the closest friend I'll ever have, will be laughing about my life.
I still think about her laughing and asking me the whole time why she did that. She wants to be a doc, she can't laugh at someone and tell that person about his or her diagnosis, can she? I'm telling myself, this was just a reflex.
The next days were pretty fucked, so I visited some friends at my old hometown, trying to forget about all this stuff, drink a lot and have some distraction. Luckily it turned out really fine, until I downloaded Bumble and found my Ex there. Normally, I can separate work and private stuff, but I had a panic attack and had to leave. Seeing her being over me, thinking about her dating new guys after a week, was horrible for me. I saw all the wonderful memories and the time we spend together in my head. The voice was getting louder again. I went home, thinking about writing her and apologizing, but I didn't even knew why I should? I few days later I had a good conversation with a friend and he gave me the advice to just write her and ask, why she left me, so I finally can get over this.
We met at the same place we had our first date. It was a nice day, although it was a bit cold. I felt fine, although I was completely nervous and pinching the cable of my headphones the whole time. So we talked and she explained to me, why she left me besides being emotional cold and not having enough time in that three weeks:
-I didn't show much interest in her hobbies and never went cycling or bouldering with her. Although she showed interest in my hobbies, like playing guitar
-She was more at my place than I was at hers. She felt like she has to come to me to keep this relationship together
-I never managed to communicate. Even in these three weeks I could have called her and show her I'm interested, but I didn't
-She felt unattractive, because every time we had sexy time, she began with the whole procedure and I never started
-I'm doing more favors for my friends than for my girlfriend
She said she was over me so quick, because in these three weeks, I never called and had only little time for her. She felt like I had broken up with her weeks ago and she has no boyfriend anymore.
I came home, went to bed and started crying. This is not the first time someone breaks up with me giving me this exact explanation. This is like the fourth or fifth time. Why can't I change? Why am I that miserable? Thinking about jumping out of the fourth floor didn't felt that bad now. Or jumping in front of a train. The world is full of bad man treating woman really bad and suddenly I felt like one of those guys, but I'm really not. I didn't beat her or did things to her, I'm just a miserable guy with a miserable life.
I started to open up to friends. Tell them about the voice, how I'm feeling, how my relationship ended. For the first time, I felt like people are really listening to me and seeing me like a human. They really like me and it felt great. They gave me advice, helped me through the worst time after a break up.
I finally had the courage to go to a therapist. I think there is some kind of behavior I have to give up. There must be a way to get rid of the voice or make it at least sound a bit more nice. It can't be, that I'm unhappy with my life and dating someone makes me happy. I want to be happy on my own, even without girlfriend. I want to learn, how to communicate and call my girlfriend, even when I'm sad. I want to learn to open up, but step by step and not play the suicide card, when she asks whats wrong with me. I must start to make the first steps when having sex with my girlfriend and make her feel loved. And I have to show interest in her hobbies. I need to come out of my shell, be less anxious and work out on my anxiety.
Can't wait for July, when therapy will start. There will be a lot of work, but I'm sure it will be fine. If there is somebody, who went to a therapist, please tell me. I'm pretty nervous, because I will be analyzed and some stranger will tell me all about my fucking bad behaviors. Also, I have to open up so some stranger and I had problems opening up to my friends. How did it turn out? How long will it take for me?
At the moment it is clear for me: I will not kill myself. There's too much things in this world I want to see and I'm pretty curious.
XOXO
I've never been in this situation and I'm trying to find the right words, but it's really hard to write my thoughts down and ask for help. I came across this forum while I was searching on the darkweb for easy ways to die. My problems don't seem to be that heavy comparing to many of the problems you guys have. A good friend told me, that every problem is a big problem. Maybe in my eyes someones problem doesn't seem that big, but in the eyes of this person, it is.
Also, sorry for my bad English.
Since I've been a teenager I have thoughts in my head, telling me I'm worthless and no one likes me. I mean, they we're right: in school I was the bullied kid, but I did my job well and the whole class stood together to make my life worse. But there is more, like my mom that never actually talked and listened to me or my dad, who always was working abroad and came home at weekends to shout at me for having bad grades.
Around the end of march 2023 my girlfriend broke up with me, telling me I'm not spending enough time with her and not giving her the emotional closeness she needs. I mean, I was working three weeks everyday for 12 hours, because there was a shitload of work to do at my company. Also, she is studying medicine, so she will have to work 12 hours and more and at a higher frequency. Furthermore, in these weeks I had to search a new roommate, because the old one moved out, and was also searching for a new flat, because since she has a dog (around January), that is not allowed in the shared apartment, we have seen each other less often. Her second argument did hurt a lot more. I've never opened up to someone and never told anyone about that voice inside my head, telling me I'm pathetic at the time I wake up and yells at me that I'm worthless, every time I'm doing nothing and trying to think about nothing. So my little fucked up brain thought, it would be the right thing, to open up to her, tell her about that voice, how every of my day is. How often I think about jumping out of the window (4th floor). She laughed, for a second or two, and at this moment the voice told me, that even the closest friend I'll ever have, will be laughing about my life.
I still think about her laughing and asking me the whole time why she did that. She wants to be a doc, she can't laugh at someone and tell that person about his or her diagnosis, can she? I'm telling myself, this was just a reflex.
The next days were pretty fucked, so I visited some friends at my old hometown, trying to forget about all this stuff, drink a lot and have some distraction. Luckily it turned out really fine, until I downloaded Bumble and found my Ex there. Normally, I can separate work and private stuff, but I had a panic attack and had to leave. Seeing her being over me, thinking about her dating new guys after a week, was horrible for me. I saw all the wonderful memories and the time we spend together in my head. The voice was getting louder again. I went home, thinking about writing her and apologizing, but I didn't even knew why I should? I few days later I had a good conversation with a friend and he gave me the advice to just write her and ask, why she left me, so I finally can get over this.
We met at the same place we had our first date. It was a nice day, although it was a bit cold. I felt fine, although I was completely nervous and pinching the cable of my headphones the whole time. So we talked and she explained to me, why she left me besides being emotional cold and not having enough time in that three weeks:
-I didn't show much interest in her hobbies and never went cycling or bouldering with her. Although she showed interest in my hobbies, like playing guitar
-She was more at my place than I was at hers. She felt like she has to come to me to keep this relationship together
-I never managed to communicate. Even in these three weeks I could have called her and show her I'm interested, but I didn't
-She felt unattractive, because every time we had sexy time, she began with the whole procedure and I never started
-I'm doing more favors for my friends than for my girlfriend
She said she was over me so quick, because in these three weeks, I never called and had only little time for her. She felt like I had broken up with her weeks ago and she has no boyfriend anymore.
I came home, went to bed and started crying. This is not the first time someone breaks up with me giving me this exact explanation. This is like the fourth or fifth time. Why can't I change? Why am I that miserable? Thinking about jumping out of the fourth floor didn't felt that bad now. Or jumping in front of a train. The world is full of bad man treating woman really bad and suddenly I felt like one of those guys, but I'm really not. I didn't beat her or did things to her, I'm just a miserable guy with a miserable life.
I started to open up to friends. Tell them about the voice, how I'm feeling, how my relationship ended. For the first time, I felt like people are really listening to me and seeing me like a human. They really like me and it felt great. They gave me advice, helped me through the worst time after a break up.
I finally had the courage to go to a therapist. I think there is some kind of behavior I have to give up. There must be a way to get rid of the voice or make it at least sound a bit more nice. It can't be, that I'm unhappy with my life and dating someone makes me happy. I want to be happy on my own, even without girlfriend. I want to learn, how to communicate and call my girlfriend, even when I'm sad. I want to learn to open up, but step by step and not play the suicide card, when she asks whats wrong with me. I must start to make the first steps when having sex with my girlfriend and make her feel loved. And I have to show interest in her hobbies. I need to come out of my shell, be less anxious and work out on my anxiety.
Can't wait for July, when therapy will start. There will be a lot of work, but I'm sure it will be fine. If there is somebody, who went to a therapist, please tell me. I'm pretty nervous, because I will be analyzed and some stranger will tell me all about my fucking bad behaviors. Also, I have to open up so some stranger and I had problems opening up to my friends. How did it turn out? How long will it take for me?
At the moment it is clear for me: I will not kill myself. There's too much things in this world I want to see and I'm pretty curious.
XOXO