Anxious_Panda
Member
- Jul 27, 2019
- 33
I've thought about CTB for so long. I've suffered, and I mean suffered with severe depression for about a decade now. Have tried multiple medications that never seem to work or always make things worse, have seen over 12 doctors and psych doctors, multiple counselors, multiple hospital stays ect and I'm just at the point now where I don't care to live. I feel I have so little left to fight for.
The only thing holding me back.. Is my sweet elderly disabled grandmother I live with. If I ever attempted or succeeded in anything, she would be the one to find me. Or whats left of me. She's raised me basically from birth and she's one of the only bright lights I have left. I could never do that to her and put the financial burden of clean up and a funeral on her. I couldn't ever leave her with the burden of finding me, or the questions that always run through everyones mind after a sucicide, note or not.
I've thought about public suicide. But I've never been one for attention and the chances of being saved are too high. I've thought about hotels, but it just never seems like the right thing. If I'm going to CTB, I want to be home, in my own bed, surrounded by my own things of comfort.
I feel like a failure whether I live or die. Either way I'm hurting people I love, through them watching me suffer, or through them knowing I ended it, and leaving all my burdens on them.
The only thing holding me back.. Is my sweet elderly disabled grandmother I live with. If I ever attempted or succeeded in anything, she would be the one to find me. Or whats left of me. She's raised me basically from birth and she's one of the only bright lights I have left. I could never do that to her and put the financial burden of clean up and a funeral on her. I couldn't ever leave her with the burden of finding me, or the questions that always run through everyones mind after a sucicide, note or not.
I've thought about public suicide. But I've never been one for attention and the chances of being saved are too high. I've thought about hotels, but it just never seems like the right thing. If I'm going to CTB, I want to be home, in my own bed, surrounded by my own things of comfort.
I feel like a failure whether I live or die. Either way I'm hurting people I love, through them watching me suffer, or through them knowing I ended it, and leaving all my burdens on them.