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sequesther
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- Nov 18, 2019
- 14
I feel like I'm dying. Irony of ironies, five hours away from hanging myself and I get a panic attack and feel like I'm dying already.
Everything was planned down to the letter — my hanging method was researched and prepped, suicide notes were written, instructions and family contact info for the emergency responders were printed out — I even scheduled an email to be sent to my psychiatrist to call 911 after my death so that I wouldn't get discovered/interrupted by paramedics too soon. I was feeling reasonably calm and resolved only a few hours ago.
But with less and less time remaining before I have to go through with it (because timing is crucial), I am seriously beginning to lose my sh*t.
Someone please remind me what a horrible waste of a human being I am. Who else but a monster would spiral downward from getting fired, spend every cent of their unemployment benefits on alcohol and cigarettes, refuse to pay rent so that an eviction is pending in housing court, lie to their family and friends for 9 months about being fine and then drop this monumental bomb on them when the holidays are just around the corner?
Oh, but it gets much worse. My sister has been living in Thailand for the past 9 years and earlier this year she decided to pack it up and move back to New York to stay with me. I said nothing about the truth of my situation. I even encouraged her to make a pit stop in Australia to squeeze in some R+R before coming here. Just spoke with her this past Sunday night and still I told her nothing. In 7 hours she is going to land in New York after a 26-hour flight, exhausted and jet lagged — only to be whammied with the shocking news of my suicide. She will have to deal with the cops, the paramedics, the coroner and god knows what hell and it will be late at night and and and...
WHAT THE F*** AM I DOING?!?
Everything was planned down to the letter — my hanging method was researched and prepped, suicide notes were written, instructions and family contact info for the emergency responders were printed out — I even scheduled an email to be sent to my psychiatrist to call 911 after my death so that I wouldn't get discovered/interrupted by paramedics too soon. I was feeling reasonably calm and resolved only a few hours ago.
But with less and less time remaining before I have to go through with it (because timing is crucial), I am seriously beginning to lose my sh*t.
Someone please remind me what a horrible waste of a human being I am. Who else but a monster would spiral downward from getting fired, spend every cent of their unemployment benefits on alcohol and cigarettes, refuse to pay rent so that an eviction is pending in housing court, lie to their family and friends for 9 months about being fine and then drop this monumental bomb on them when the holidays are just around the corner?
Oh, but it gets much worse. My sister has been living in Thailand for the past 9 years and earlier this year she decided to pack it up and move back to New York to stay with me. I said nothing about the truth of my situation. I even encouraged her to make a pit stop in Australia to squeeze in some R+R before coming here. Just spoke with her this past Sunday night and still I told her nothing. In 7 hours she is going to land in New York after a 26-hour flight, exhausted and jet lagged — only to be whammied with the shocking news of my suicide. She will have to deal with the cops, the paramedics, the coroner and god knows what hell and it will be late at night and and and...
WHAT THE F*** AM I DOING?!?