wanderlost
Wanderlost
- Feb 11, 2020
- 18
When I came accross this place I cried, finally somewhere I can talk and not be told its a sin and how selfish and cowardly I am to want to die.
their words did not make me want to do it less it just added more guilt and shame to a plateful I have already.
I am mid forties not well mentally or physically I have PTSD, severe depression and personality disorders,and I need 2 walking sticks to get around and suffered 4 falls this month breaking 5 toes ... I am on many medicines so always thought the way I want to go is not available to be with pills and a VERY long nap.
I am on highish doses of tramadol and venlafaxine and abilify and I know even a full months precription I would wake up from, I am tall and a bigger person needs a bigger solution, that was when I heard of fentanyl, I looked on the dw and 2 different people tried to get money from me they were both in the Cameroon and for some reason the payments would not go through ...thankfully now knowing they were 99% probably a scam.
If anyone could offer me some help in DM re finding the real thing I would be eternally grateful, oh I am also I am in the UK.
A little about me? well I had a childhood filled with sexual abuse from family members and my mothers clients , she was a prostitute and if she fell short or asleep drunk , i would pay the price.
it started at 4 yrs old and I got away at 17, lived on the streets for a couple of years just me and my late dog and compared to home life it was easier physically and mentally.
I was given one of my diagnosis in 2007 when my other half passed away, in afghanistan and 18 months later our daughter was diagnosed with terminal medulloepithelioma or frontal lobe brain cancer, she was six and a half years old and went through 18 months of chemo and radio therapy which made her bloated, unhappy her long blonde hair all falling out was heartbreaking ...she passed away just after turning 8 and I then went into a auto pilot mode , do what I have to to please others then i can curl up on the floor with my daughters favourite toy and my other halfs shirt from the laundry basket and fall asleep in the wardrobe surrounded by their things.
I now live in one room almost a decade and I am agoraphobic, will not open curtains, eat properly or care wth I look like I just muddle through that day or hour even....some days it is all you can do to getfrom hour to hour and others a little longer.
If I can find or have help finding some fen or carfen then I would smile probably the first genuine smile in a lot of years knowing I was on my way to my family.
Life dealt me crappy cards but I do not forget the years of love it gave me having them while I did.
Please forgive my long rant I feel I need to justify properly why I want to do this or maybe that is just how doctor after doctor has made me feel. I would not let a dog have the physical and mental health I have, we give them mercy. Why can we not have that too?
Please feel free to contact me regarding the method I am looking for and where I can find it without losing what little I have saved to some shyster in Africa.
Thank you for taking the time to read my post
their words did not make me want to do it less it just added more guilt and shame to a plateful I have already.
I am mid forties not well mentally or physically I have PTSD, severe depression and personality disorders,and I need 2 walking sticks to get around and suffered 4 falls this month breaking 5 toes ... I am on many medicines so always thought the way I want to go is not available to be with pills and a VERY long nap.
I am on highish doses of tramadol and venlafaxine and abilify and I know even a full months precription I would wake up from, I am tall and a bigger person needs a bigger solution, that was when I heard of fentanyl, I looked on the dw and 2 different people tried to get money from me they were both in the Cameroon and for some reason the payments would not go through ...thankfully now knowing they were 99% probably a scam.
If anyone could offer me some help in DM re finding the real thing I would be eternally grateful, oh I am also I am in the UK.
A little about me? well I had a childhood filled with sexual abuse from family members and my mothers clients , she was a prostitute and if she fell short or asleep drunk , i would pay the price.
it started at 4 yrs old and I got away at 17, lived on the streets for a couple of years just me and my late dog and compared to home life it was easier physically and mentally.
I was given one of my diagnosis in 2007 when my other half passed away, in afghanistan and 18 months later our daughter was diagnosed with terminal medulloepithelioma or frontal lobe brain cancer, she was six and a half years old and went through 18 months of chemo and radio therapy which made her bloated, unhappy her long blonde hair all falling out was heartbreaking ...she passed away just after turning 8 and I then went into a auto pilot mode , do what I have to to please others then i can curl up on the floor with my daughters favourite toy and my other halfs shirt from the laundry basket and fall asleep in the wardrobe surrounded by their things.
I now live in one room almost a decade and I am agoraphobic, will not open curtains, eat properly or care wth I look like I just muddle through that day or hour even....some days it is all you can do to getfrom hour to hour and others a little longer.
If I can find or have help finding some fen or carfen then I would smile probably the first genuine smile in a lot of years knowing I was on my way to my family.
Life dealt me crappy cards but I do not forget the years of love it gave me having them while I did.
Please forgive my long rant I feel I need to justify properly why I want to do this or maybe that is just how doctor after doctor has made me feel. I would not let a dog have the physical and mental health I have, we give them mercy. Why can we not have that too?
Please feel free to contact me regarding the method I am looking for and where I can find it without losing what little I have saved to some shyster in Africa.
Thank you for taking the time to read my post