I shouldn’t be typing this right now. I should be dead; or, at the very least, in a coma rapidly approaching death. For the past three months or so, I had been planning to kill myself last night. I hoarded drugs and pushed people away. I become so isolated that I guess I rather naively thought I could just slip away unnoticed. I really wish my brain wasn’t buzzing right now–that is, I really wish I could think–because I really want to offer an explanation to you–and myself.
Last weekend the pain became too great and so I decided to carry out my plans a week early. Let me say this: planning suicide is easy, carrying it out is something different altogether. In short, I got scared. I started thinking about my own mortality–and what that really means–perhaps for the first time.
I like to intellectualize my feelings because it’s easier that way. Well, when you’re on the verge of ending your life, there is no intellectualizing. Everything you may or may not have believed in goes out the door, because after all this, there is only uncertainty.
I needed liquid courage, so I got a six-pack. I drank that and still felt scared. Sixteen beers later (and a few Ativans), I passed out. Last night, I took all the proper anti-emetics, had the pills lined out .. but I got scared again. I threw my phone battery out earlier in the week so I wouldn’t be able to call for help, so I chatted with a suicide prevention counselor online. She talked me down.
I don’t feel suicidal anymore. I feel depressed, though. Maybe even more depressed and hopeless than ever, because now I’m left with the almost impossible task of sorting out the pieces of my life. Should I go back to school full time? Should I quit my job? Should I get on disability? Should I quit Lexapro and try a new anti-depressant? Should I leave my girlfriend to spare her from witnessing my self-destruction? Should I continue to go on?
There’s more to say, but that’s all I can muster for now.
Unhappy Happiness 
Wow UH, sorry to hear this. That is truly terrible. I don’t think your list of questions is on the mark for your situation right now. How about – Who can help me feel better? How do I find a therapist / doctor / etc. who will know how to help me? What avenues can I go down that will lead to helpful help? Who can I phone (having replaced battery) when I feel so bad I want to die?
Those are the questions.
Thanks. There’s just so many questions going through my head right now. I have to go back to work on Wednesday, and I don’t know what to do. That seems like the most pressing issue. This deep depression started when I started my job–it’s hard to ignore that.
Sorry you feel this way. I was planning to kill myself this weekend, too, have all the drugs and alcohol lined up. As it turns out I have to watch my grandkids tomorrow night, so I won’t be able to do it then. Perhaps next weekend.
It sounds like you’re a lot younger than I am, you should try other things – other therapists, other anti-depressants – to get out of this black hole you’re in.
I’m sorry you’re feeling that way.
You’re right. I’m too young. I’m only in my mid-twenties. I owe it to all the people around me, who love me, to exhaust all options first.
That said, I hope that you find peace, wherever that may be.
(((((((Mike)))))))) I’m so glad you didn’t do it. Is there someone you can talk to that you can go to for the here and now part and try to sort out the rest as you go along? Remind yourself that you don’t have to figure it all out in one day – it becomes so overwhelming that way.
I see my therapist on Tuesday. That’s about it. I may chat again with someone at the suicide prevention center. I’m feeling very lonely. I need to get out today and get a new battery for my phone. I’ll be able to at least talk to my girlfriend about this then.
I’m soooo glad you are going to see someone 🙂 Please keep in touch.
I hope your appointment went well today! XX
Thank you for a great post.
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