Right now I feel completely not suicidal. I’m not optimistic about the future, but I have no intention to take myself out to avoid the inevitable problems that come with aging.
So I’m concerned that I still keep having these intrusive thoughts about suicide. I mean, I might be trying to decide what to have for lunch, and my mind will just think like, I could get a burrito, maybe a sandwich or.. I should just kill myself. I believe that these thoughts have been so strong for so long that they have become obsessive.
I’m not diagnosed OCD but that’s because I don’t admit to my compulsive behavior in therapy. I’m embarrassed about it. I have been trying to build up the courage to bring it up, but it’s so hard to do that. I keep it compartmentalized in my own mind because if I didn’t, it would probably tear me apart.
I get distressed by the thoughts. It feels good to be doing better, but it’s also like my mind is a pesky roommate that is just pitching a fit all the damn time.