I've never said this before, "I want to be dead". Usually, I'll have suicidal thoughts and feelings, and know that they scare me and know that I'm too cowardly to take my own life.
I've come to terms with death now though, and with killing myself. I can't live through this emotional pain any more. I want to be dead. I could do it easily. I have a method planned out. Not violent. Just peaceful. I want to sleep and not wake up. Despite my severe anxiety, my medication is powerful enough to help me sleep at night and I usually sleep well. Then I wake up, and I'm in pain again.
I can't keep facing this pain. Day in day out. I've had so many false hopes where I feel like I've recovered, then I fall of a cliff again. This cycle happens every 10 days pretty much. 10 good days, 10 horrendously painful days where I can't see a way out. I've been in this for about a year now. Every time a bad cycle starts, it feels worse than the previous one, and I contemplate dying from my illness even more.
I'm not at immediate risk though. At least I think I'm not. I've got children. And I love them. The love I have for them is indescribable and powerful. This love stops me from killing myself. I do not want to be responsible for causing my children such emotional harm. When I'm with them, they see a normal dad. I never let them see the pain inside. My love for them traps me though. I can see the way out, but I just can't follow it.
I have a psychiatrist, and a therapist, and a GP. They know all this. They have me on a ton of medication too. I just came off the phone with the psychiatrist, and she wants to up one of the medications. So I said yes, ok. I don't think it will help though.
I've come to terms with death now though, and with killing myself. I can't live through this emotional pain any more. I want to be dead. I could do it easily. I have a method planned out. Not violent. Just peaceful. I want to sleep and not wake up. Despite my severe anxiety, my medication is powerful enough to help me sleep at night and I usually sleep well. Then I wake up, and I'm in pain again.
I can't keep facing this pain. Day in day out. I've had so many false hopes where I feel like I've recovered, then I fall of a cliff again. This cycle happens every 10 days pretty much. 10 good days, 10 horrendously painful days where I can't see a way out. I've been in this for about a year now. Every time a bad cycle starts, it feels worse than the previous one, and I contemplate dying from my illness even more.
I'm not at immediate risk though. At least I think I'm not. I've got children. And I love them. The love I have for them is indescribable and powerful. This love stops me from killing myself. I do not want to be responsible for causing my children such emotional harm. When I'm with them, they see a normal dad. I never let them see the pain inside. My love for them traps me though. I can see the way out, but I just can't follow it.
I have a psychiatrist, and a therapist, and a GP. They know all this. They have me on a ton of medication too. I just came off the phone with the psychiatrist, and she wants to up one of the medications. So I said yes, ok. I don't think it will help though.