bluefeather177
drowsy in a dark room
- Mar 2, 2023
- 32
I feel like I'm permanently stuck in this stupid limbo between wanting to die and wanting to live. I can't bring myself to do a whole host of self destructive things because I know it won't actually help me feel better at all. I've been this way since pretty much puberty and I used to self harm and do a lot of self destructive things, but I have been through a sort of self-help circuit and realized within myself that none of these things actually helped me feel any better.
At the same time, I keep trying to choose life and I keep getting dragged back down into suicidal thoughts. I am so fucking tired of trying to push myself back up onto my own two feet to walk again. I stopped coming on this forum and tried to choose to live and get better. I just keep tripping and stumbling no matter what I do. I can't be regimented enough to actually make a difference. I can't keep to working out and meditating and keeping off social media and everything long enough to actually make it stick in my brain as a habit before I succumb to dopamine-seeking desires that ultimately lead to me wanting to slit my wrists and lie in a bathtub or drive my car off the freeway. I keep trying to choose life but it feels fucking impossible to keep it all together. I have struggled witih intense depression since puberty. Do I really want to bother to choose to live a life full of pain and struggling?
I feel like I ought to just give in to self-destruction and make myself more miserable so that I can just end it already.
At the same time, I keep trying to choose life and I keep getting dragged back down into suicidal thoughts. I am so fucking tired of trying to push myself back up onto my own two feet to walk again. I stopped coming on this forum and tried to choose to live and get better. I just keep tripping and stumbling no matter what I do. I can't be regimented enough to actually make a difference. I can't keep to working out and meditating and keeping off social media and everything long enough to actually make it stick in my brain as a habit before I succumb to dopamine-seeking desires that ultimately lead to me wanting to slit my wrists and lie in a bathtub or drive my car off the freeway. I keep trying to choose life but it feels fucking impossible to keep it all together. I have struggled witih intense depression since puberty. Do I really want to bother to choose to live a life full of pain and struggling?
I feel like I ought to just give in to self-destruction and make myself more miserable so that I can just end it already.