The ideations are strong.
Today, I'm regretting that a few years ago, I walked away from a method that fulfilled every requirement. I'll never have that option again, but death wasn't something I wanted then.
Also today, less desirable methods are coming to the surface for consideration. I'm not in immediate danger though.
The indicators of clinical depression are there, and then life circumstances have piled up also. My emotions are shutting down, I've been withdrawing and pulling inward. When I'm in pain or angry or confused, there's little input accepted, and little output offered, until I feel better centered.
I have an appointment with my psych doc next week, at the urgings of my sister and my therapist. I'm anticipating potential med changes, which I resist. I would prefer no meds at all, some of the negative feelings are blunted, but so is everything else, it all blurs into gray. I'm numb. However, the times I've quit taking meds, life got intensely weird. But not so different than what the past couple of weeks have been, so stopping them again doesn't seem consequential. It seems like an opportunity to escape from some of the side effects, some of which are a quality of life issue.
One of the ways I define myself is through creativity, when that's missing, there's not much left to offer, for myself or anyone else.
peace