DyingToDie123
she/her
- Oct 25, 2023
- 385
Hi. I'm back. It's been a while.
Long story short I attempted a bunch of times but kept aborting or failing until I finally got exhausted from trying and decided to try to get myself admitted into a hospital. It was harder than I expected to convince someone to take me but I eventually did, I got back on my meds, I started feeling less desperate to die day by day, and I got back to life and got the motivation to finish my schoolwork for the semester at least.
But I don't feel good. I just feel... indifferent. And when I realize how indifferent I've become, especially given how I wanted to prove I had the strength to kill myself to a bunch of people who didn't think I did, I get angry. Not that angry, because meds blunt all my feelings, but angry enough that I want to stop taking them again so I'm not so numb to the whole situation that got me in this mess in the first place.
After I got back from the hospital, my therapist essentially fired me. She no longer thinks she can help me, and to be fair, she's probably right. So I'm looking into new therapists, who often tell me I need a higher level of care, so I'm looking into that too, maybe an Intensive Outpatient Program. But then I realized I don't know if I still want to do this. I don't know if I care, and I certainly don't want to spend thousands of dollars on something that I'm not fully bought into.
I just don't know. I feel like I'm just surrendering to life because dying is just too hard as is wanting to die but I don't want to be a quitter. I don't know if I'm ready to leave the ctb route behind yet.
Long story short I attempted a bunch of times but kept aborting or failing until I finally got exhausted from trying and decided to try to get myself admitted into a hospital. It was harder than I expected to convince someone to take me but I eventually did, I got back on my meds, I started feeling less desperate to die day by day, and I got back to life and got the motivation to finish my schoolwork for the semester at least.
But I don't feel good. I just feel... indifferent. And when I realize how indifferent I've become, especially given how I wanted to prove I had the strength to kill myself to a bunch of people who didn't think I did, I get angry. Not that angry, because meds blunt all my feelings, but angry enough that I want to stop taking them again so I'm not so numb to the whole situation that got me in this mess in the first place.
After I got back from the hospital, my therapist essentially fired me. She no longer thinks she can help me, and to be fair, she's probably right. So I'm looking into new therapists, who often tell me I need a higher level of care, so I'm looking into that too, maybe an Intensive Outpatient Program. But then I realized I don't know if I still want to do this. I don't know if I care, and I certainly don't want to spend thousands of dollars on something that I'm not fully bought into.
I just don't know. I feel like I'm just surrendering to life because dying is just too hard as is wanting to die but I don't want to be a quitter. I don't know if I'm ready to leave the ctb route behind yet.