
MeowWantsToGoHome
Missing the Moon 🌙
- Sep 11, 2024
- 79
Does anybody else ever think about how unsettling it is when nobody around you suspects you're about to CTB?
It's been a few months now that I've gotten truly serious about putting effort into my next—and hopefully final—attempt. My SN is nearly here and I couldn't be more relieved. But I also can't help but think about how perfectly discreet I've been to the point where nobody suspects at all what's about to happen. It's such a sad thought, how my family is none the wiser and thinks that everything is fine. It's going to be beyond shocking to them when I'm found.
I mean, my boyfriend has always known that I have severe depression, and I make passing comments about being miserable all the time. But I feel like nobody truly takes those things seriously, and not just with me. It's one thing to acknowledge and know that someone you love is severely depressed and suicidal, and it's a whole other to actually imagine for a moment that they would ever act on it.
I do feel deeply sorry for what I'm going to put them through. I keep imagining myself from their perspective, and how scary it is to realize that you never truly know someone—what's going with them, or what they're thinking. If I lost someone the same way they're about to lose me, completely unexpectedly… Devastation and whiplash don't even begin to cover the depth of what I'd feel. It almost makes me wish they knew so that they could at least be somewhat prepared. But I don't know what's worse, honestly…
It's been a few months now that I've gotten truly serious about putting effort into my next—and hopefully final—attempt. My SN is nearly here and I couldn't be more relieved. But I also can't help but think about how perfectly discreet I've been to the point where nobody suspects at all what's about to happen. It's such a sad thought, how my family is none the wiser and thinks that everything is fine. It's going to be beyond shocking to them when I'm found.
I mean, my boyfriend has always known that I have severe depression, and I make passing comments about being miserable all the time. But I feel like nobody truly takes those things seriously, and not just with me. It's one thing to acknowledge and know that someone you love is severely depressed and suicidal, and it's a whole other to actually imagine for a moment that they would ever act on it.
I do feel deeply sorry for what I'm going to put them through. I keep imagining myself from their perspective, and how scary it is to realize that you never truly know someone—what's going with them, or what they're thinking. If I lost someone the same way they're about to lose me, completely unexpectedly… Devastation and whiplash don't even begin to cover the depth of what I'd feel. It almost makes me wish they knew so that they could at least be somewhat prepared. But I don't know what's worse, honestly…