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TheUncommon
Student
- May 19, 2021
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I'm trying to get better. But if I'm too honest to my therapist and say that I am filling out an application to get a gun that I'm planning to use on myself, I will end up shooting myself in the foot... so to speak.
If therapy doesn't work, I want access to an escape. I feel that it is my right. But it's not like I can say "I regularly visit a website regarding suicide that lists exactly how to end your life on your own terms" or "I have sodium nitrite in my bookbag because if it gets bad, I'll have my off switch with me" or "I recently was in a video chat of my high school friend trying to end his life by drinking Nembutal". None of these are situations that I would be able to tell anyone who has legal authority over me.
I'm getting therapy because I'm trying to find a way to keep myself around. Therapy isn't fully effective if I can't be fully honest, right? Every time I explain my problems, I subconsciously leave out critical details that make it seem like I'm just going through a rough patch, when in reality, they are multiple significant ongoing issues that affect not myself, but my family, and my interactions with the general public. They are complex social and family issues, as well as multiple psychological and mental illnesses [such as psychogenic non-epileptic seizures and misophonia] and unfortunate physical circumstances. It's not something positive thinking is going to fix. As a result of all of this, it's not feasible for me to be in public. I left one job primarily because of these issues, and I'm gearing to leave my second also because of it and I've only been there since April. My mother is currently in the hospital, paralysed, directly as a result of me having issues at a job that kept me from taking care of her when I was supposed to be home in the first place.
Many of my relationships are of people who are also going though extreme depression. Within the past four years I've lost four people [friends, an idol, coworkers] I'm close to to suicide, which can make me panic when I think about them at random.
Every day I regret still being around, but I want to at least try to get better. It's been three years that I've been trying to get better, and after a temporary change of scenery, numerous medications, discussion with friends, and extreme self-reflection, the only thing I haven't tried is therapy. It really sucks that the last thing that can help me can also put me, my friends, or my family at serious risk if I'm too honest. Does anyone have any advice?
If therapy doesn't work, I want access to an escape. I feel that it is my right. But it's not like I can say "I regularly visit a website regarding suicide that lists exactly how to end your life on your own terms" or "I have sodium nitrite in my bookbag because if it gets bad, I'll have my off switch with me" or "I recently was in a video chat of my high school friend trying to end his life by drinking Nembutal". None of these are situations that I would be able to tell anyone who has legal authority over me.
I'm getting therapy because I'm trying to find a way to keep myself around. Therapy isn't fully effective if I can't be fully honest, right? Every time I explain my problems, I subconsciously leave out critical details that make it seem like I'm just going through a rough patch, when in reality, they are multiple significant ongoing issues that affect not myself, but my family, and my interactions with the general public. They are complex social and family issues, as well as multiple psychological and mental illnesses [such as psychogenic non-epileptic seizures and misophonia] and unfortunate physical circumstances. It's not something positive thinking is going to fix. As a result of all of this, it's not feasible for me to be in public. I left one job primarily because of these issues, and I'm gearing to leave my second also because of it and I've only been there since April. My mother is currently in the hospital, paralysed, directly as a result of me having issues at a job that kept me from taking care of her when I was supposed to be home in the first place.
Many of my relationships are of people who are also going though extreme depression. Within the past four years I've lost four people [friends, an idol, coworkers] I'm close to to suicide, which can make me panic when I think about them at random.
Every day I regret still being around, but I want to at least try to get better. It's been three years that I've been trying to get better, and after a temporary change of scenery, numerous medications, discussion with friends, and extreme self-reflection, the only thing I haven't tried is therapy. It really sucks that the last thing that can help me can also put me, my friends, or my family at serious risk if I'm too honest. Does anyone have any advice?
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