So then when do I know when my pain is bad enough that it 'justifies' the hurt that others would feel due to my death? Or would it always be deemed a selfish act?
Also wouldn't hypothermia hurt quite a bit even if you're sedated unless you're completely passed out? Or would heavy sedation work just fine?
I've spoken to my mum about issues I face, but whenever the mere idea of suicide is brought up she immediately goes on about how 'stupid' it is because 'there's always light at the end of the tunnel', so I doubt if I choose to go through with it that she'll ever understand.
If you don't mind sharing-- why won't your family admit you to a psych ward? It seems odd that they're accepting of the fact that you might CTB but they don't want to get you as much help as possible first (sorry if I'm intruding).
When you know, you know. I guess. I don't have the answer to that question for you personally, but I feel in my system that I'll know when I actually want to go through with it. I think it is inherently a selfish act - then again, staying alive and eating is selfish, enjoy yourself is selfish, surviving is inherently selfish. You're doing it for yourself, I hope? I'd strongly advise against CTB to take revenge on somebody or situation. Wouldn't make sense to me.
As for hypothermia. Yeah, it would be uncomfortable. But I can imagine with the right dose of sedatives (opiods, benzos and alcohol) it should be doable. Maybe you'll just be passed out in the entire process. There's many stories of people walking home and just passing out in a ditch. I can hardly imagine they suffered a lot, but there's no real way to know.
I'm sorry to hear about how your mom responds. It sounds like my dad. He says it's a choice. Surely, it is. But he makes it seem like I can just choose to 'feel better' and to just 'see a future' and work on that. It's not that simple when you struggle with MH issues. He also doesn't realise that my childhood caused most of it, and now I've put myself in the stupid decision to move countries with them. I wanted to help them get a nice pension on the countryside, and as I also thought I wanted to live in the countryside I figured I'd join them. Kinda dumb. But, I wasn't really content where I was anyway. Too busy, too much going on and I never really liked city life anyway. I'm now faced with an isolated life in the country. But at least I'll get to create a very nice garden and stoke up a fireplace in the winter days. I'll likely spend my days painting, playing guitar, fixing up little stuffs around the house and watching the stars - until I get fed up. Maybe I'll make it until the day my parents die, but honestly I feel like I'll leave before them.
My family has taken me to the crisis service - but I was in the lucky position that I'd be moving to another country soon (so the healthcare won't be available to me), and I am rather coherent. The reason for me to be preoccupied with CTB is because I sold all my shit on a whim, thinking I'd be able to create my dream-life without tackling underlying issues. I didn't even really know I had underlying issues. When I started moving my stuff my subconscious just started throwing suicide at me non-stop. I've been in it for almost 6 weeks now and I already have a long history of anxiety and depression. Thinking I'd be able to emigrate, learn a new language, and deal with trying to find a new job in a completely unrelated field or building my own business combined with trying to make new friends (hardly had any real friends, anyway, and a long list of ex's which I horribly broke up with - I'm one of those toxic guys who gets angry when he's misunderstood. Learned a lot, but too little too late now).
Having said that, the psych reasoned with me that I'd just need some doses of quetiapine to rest my mind and get to terms with my decision and the suicideal ideation would stop. I visited them twice more after that to get some temazepam and oxazepam, but it only helped to get me to sleep. In the meantime I wrote off everything I could to make sure I was clear on my issue. And I am. My issue is I wasted my life away where I was, and I had no more place. It's too busy for me here, too many distractions, and too many broken and busy people acting like this whole society is just 'normal'. I have an insane negativity-bias that I can't really come back from, all the outside triggers are so much that I spent most of my days inside the gym or inside my house playing guitar and smoking weed, watching youtube (please don't watch too much youtube, it fucks with you in the end).
After this all, nothing really cleared up. So I talked with my parents. Luckily they have friends whose kids were put into wards, and they got out way worse than they were when they got it. I guess that's part of their reasoning not to put me in one. Also, I still kinda just function. I have terrible days and nights, where I scream into my pillow and drown myself in the regret of my decision. But my position is still rather luxurious. I have money to last me for a decade and I have a beautiful house in the middle of nowwhere with a nice plot of land to garden in. Sadly, I came to the conclusion that I can't really live with myself. I can't formulate a future for myself and I just kinda wanna lay back and try to enjoy what's left before CTB. For some reason, my parents seem to accept my decision. It's just a matter of talking logistics. For example; if I were to go FSH - I'd prefer them to not find me. But how do you go about that. I don't want them living in fear every day possibly expecting to find me the day after. On the other hand, I can't visualize myself sitting at the dinner table and telling them bye-bye, tonight is the night. Only to then chicken out and sit at the table to drink coffee explaining my cowardess. So yeah, I'm in a predicament. Right now, I'm still in the height of it all. Max stress, zero certainty and zero confidence. I've been taking benzos for a week and quetiapine for about five. Once the move is over and I'll have some actual work to do I might start to feel better. But I'll have my methods ready, because I cannot see myself integrating in this new country first of all, and second of all I do not really like the foresight of becoming a fully isolated hermit.
Thanks for reading. As you can see; your question is not so intrusive. I'm more than happy to talk about my situation, because to be honest; it's kinda funny how quickly a stoned dude with a resentment towards society can ruin his own life thinking he's doing something good for himself. I hope God with chuckle with me once I decide to pull the trigger.