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MOREorLESS
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- Feb 14, 2023
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A not-so-close friend of mine tried to CTB today and was sent to the hospital. They're safe now. Somehow that triggered me in several different ways.
First of all I can't seem to feel sorry or concerned, and I blame myself badly for not feeling those things. Being suicidal myself, I don't actually know how to respond to these situations anymore.
Secondly, for some reason I feel a strong regret not carrying out my suicide plan a couple weeks ago. When I saw them posting pictures of lying on hospital bed I remember thinking "that could've been me". That's so toxic and I don't know why the hell I want to compete to be the most depressed person. But I do. And now I feel like a coward for not ending my misery sooner, and I just want to prove to everyone that I am also struggling.
A little side note. Sometimes I feel like of all people, I believe in the stigma attached to mental illness more than anyone else. I believe that me being depressed is just me being lazy. I believe that my self-harm is just asking for attention. I believe that I can snap out of my depression if I really want to and that I am just being a drama queen. I believe that I am just giving suicide threats but I'll never do it. No one around me actually said any of that, but somehow I choose to attach all that shame to myself.
First of all I can't seem to feel sorry or concerned, and I blame myself badly for not feeling those things. Being suicidal myself, I don't actually know how to respond to these situations anymore.
Secondly, for some reason I feel a strong regret not carrying out my suicide plan a couple weeks ago. When I saw them posting pictures of lying on hospital bed I remember thinking "that could've been me". That's so toxic and I don't know why the hell I want to compete to be the most depressed person. But I do. And now I feel like a coward for not ending my misery sooner, and I just want to prove to everyone that I am also struggling.
A little side note. Sometimes I feel like of all people, I believe in the stigma attached to mental illness more than anyone else. I believe that me being depressed is just me being lazy. I believe that my self-harm is just asking for attention. I believe that I can snap out of my depression if I really want to and that I am just being a drama queen. I believe that I am just giving suicide threats but I'll never do it. No one around me actually said any of that, but somehow I choose to attach all that shame to myself.