porfin1234
Arcanist
- Dec 26, 2019
- 476
I have to admit I feel some shame being here and even considering CTB (which I'm afraid of not being able to do anyway but really no longer want to live after sabotaging life I could've had).
I must confess... I've been blessed and lucky with good family, education, good partners in the past, amazing home, good job (even if I sucked at it for the most part but somehow got away with it) good salary, good friends, and somehow the kind of luck I've gotten everything I've wanted (which can be bad too).
Yet for some reason never lived to my potential. Most of my life I shut down and did not pursue my passions and interests and was so obsessed with dying because I knew I was wasting away. I wanted to be like other people yet somehow didn't try to pursue dreams etc and slept all the time. I never felt good enough. Obsessed over feeling wanted and loved. Lashing out at people that got close to me Then last year I finally started being super active pursuing every hobby I've dreamed of and flourishing as a dancer. Saved 7k. Becoming spiritual etc etc (although still had feelings of inadequacy and suicidal ideation over some guy I got involved with or just because that's how my mind works).
But I guess because I always felt I never deserved gifts I got I finally sabotaged it all. Not doing my new jobs, hospital and ambulance bills, drunk in public on record, etc. Friendships, job, home, dance and travel opportunities, finances, basically gone. I always felt I was evil. Because of my extreme moods and how I would take them out on others. And because deep down I knew my moods and thoughts made no sense and it was extremely frustrating going between sanity and insanity.
Not sure why I'm sharing. I'm just legitimately afraid of repercussions of what I've done with my life. Andeven after obsessing over dying most of my life, when I most want to, I'm facing the reality of how hard it would be to actually do it.
I feel trapped. Lost. And confused. Still getting SN things and picturing self drinking it but I'm so scared I really won't be able to do it and I feel I'm going to end up with nothing in the end and know what real suffering is. I am only 33. I don't want to live for 40 years in ruins. I want out.
I keep obsessing over how great I was doing last year yet someone pointed out I was still having suicidal ideation and how low my standards must be for "great".
Well shit. If my most high in my life is that bad when I had it all, what's the damn point.
Thank you for reading
I must confess... I've been blessed and lucky with good family, education, good partners in the past, amazing home, good job (even if I sucked at it for the most part but somehow got away with it) good salary, good friends, and somehow the kind of luck I've gotten everything I've wanted (which can be bad too).
Yet for some reason never lived to my potential. Most of my life I shut down and did not pursue my passions and interests and was so obsessed with dying because I knew I was wasting away. I wanted to be like other people yet somehow didn't try to pursue dreams etc and slept all the time. I never felt good enough. Obsessed over feeling wanted and loved. Lashing out at people that got close to me Then last year I finally started being super active pursuing every hobby I've dreamed of and flourishing as a dancer. Saved 7k. Becoming spiritual etc etc (although still had feelings of inadequacy and suicidal ideation over some guy I got involved with or just because that's how my mind works).
But I guess because I always felt I never deserved gifts I got I finally sabotaged it all. Not doing my new jobs, hospital and ambulance bills, drunk in public on record, etc. Friendships, job, home, dance and travel opportunities, finances, basically gone. I always felt I was evil. Because of my extreme moods and how I would take them out on others. And because deep down I knew my moods and thoughts made no sense and it was extremely frustrating going between sanity and insanity.
Not sure why I'm sharing. I'm just legitimately afraid of repercussions of what I've done with my life. Andeven after obsessing over dying most of my life, when I most want to, I'm facing the reality of how hard it would be to actually do it.
I feel trapped. Lost. And confused. Still getting SN things and picturing self drinking it but I'm so scared I really won't be able to do it and I feel I'm going to end up with nothing in the end and know what real suffering is. I am only 33. I don't want to live for 40 years in ruins. I want out.
I keep obsessing over how great I was doing last year yet someone pointed out I was still having suicidal ideation and how low my standards must be for "great".
Well shit. If my most high in my life is that bad when I had it all, what's the damn point.
Thank you for reading
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