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Treeline589
Experienced
- Dec 14, 2021
- 234
This may be long, I apologize ahead of time.
I want to CTB so badly. The idea that there is a way out appeals to me. However, apparently not all of me wants to since I am still here. And I find myself doing things like going to my therapist and going to my psych doctor. A few weeks ago my therapist even asked me why I go to therapy if I want to die so bad. ( I don't think he meant this in a bad way or to be an ass- I assume he was trying to get me to see that at least some of me wants me to get better).I guess there must be a small part of me that wants to live. How much longer that part is around I do not know. The problem is that part that wants help keeps getting smaller and smaller. Maybe I am afraid of the unknown that comes with dying. Maybe I am afraid of getting better- who knows.
I'm pretty honest with my therapist about my suicidal thoughts and I've mentioned a forum that I found- not by name, just that I had a place where I felt understood. He was/is worried that I would use it to research methods. And I guess in a way I have used it for that, I guess that is why I haven't brought the site up in recent weeks.
I'm not sure where this rambling is going. Part of me wants to call my therapist and come 100% clean. I know, that might get me sent to a psych ward but maybe part of me wants that.
I just wish I could make up my mind on what I want. This back and forth is exhausting.
I want to CTB so badly. The idea that there is a way out appeals to me. However, apparently not all of me wants to since I am still here. And I find myself doing things like going to my therapist and going to my psych doctor. A few weeks ago my therapist even asked me why I go to therapy if I want to die so bad. ( I don't think he meant this in a bad way or to be an ass- I assume he was trying to get me to see that at least some of me wants me to get better).I guess there must be a small part of me that wants to live. How much longer that part is around I do not know. The problem is that part that wants help keeps getting smaller and smaller. Maybe I am afraid of the unknown that comes with dying. Maybe I am afraid of getting better- who knows.
I'm pretty honest with my therapist about my suicidal thoughts and I've mentioned a forum that I found- not by name, just that I had a place where I felt understood. He was/is worried that I would use it to research methods. And I guess in a way I have used it for that, I guess that is why I haven't brought the site up in recent weeks.
I'm not sure where this rambling is going. Part of me wants to call my therapist and come 100% clean. I know, that might get me sent to a psych ward but maybe part of me wants that.
I just wish I could make up my mind on what I want. This back and forth is exhausting.