Last time I wrote here I was convinced I was gonna off myself. Well I tried but maybe wasn't too sure about going through with it. I let myself get admitted to a psych ward but <mod edit - method>, resulting in me being found barely breathing and had to spend a week in intensive care getting oxygen and catching a pneumonia as a result. After a week in intensive care I was transferred back to the psych ward where I spend a few days before getting released. A month later I'm struggling with numbness in half of my hands.
I cancelled my welfare check back in january and have been living off refundable bottles I collect during the night-time and a soup kitchen that serves free dinner 5 days a week. When admitted to the hospital I had a talk with a social counsellor who offered to help me get back on social welfare but so far nothing has happened yet. And I've been asked to leave my apartment as I haven't paid rent since january. I expect to be out on the streets at the beginning of April. As it gets closer to deadline I start to worry a lot. Living at a shelter doesn't feel realistic because I'm too much of a loner to be able to stand being around other people. And sleeping on the street doesn't sound fun either.
I don't know what I'm getting at. I f**ked up and self-sabotaged my life. And now I'm paying the price for it. All I really can hope for is getting back on social welfare so I can afford another go at <mod edit - method>. I'm feeling like a complete and utter failure for my actions and the situation I've put myself in. My family doesn't know about any of it and I don't plan on telling them. My mom still thinks I was in the hospital thanks to a pneumonia because I don't want to worry her about my suicidal tendencies. I'm just feeling like a helpless teen caught in an adult body whose only way out is commiting suicide.
I cancelled my welfare check back in january and have been living off refundable bottles I collect during the night-time and a soup kitchen that serves free dinner 5 days a week. When admitted to the hospital I had a talk with a social counsellor who offered to help me get back on social welfare but so far nothing has happened yet. And I've been asked to leave my apartment as I haven't paid rent since january. I expect to be out on the streets at the beginning of April. As it gets closer to deadline I start to worry a lot. Living at a shelter doesn't feel realistic because I'm too much of a loner to be able to stand being around other people. And sleeping on the street doesn't sound fun either.
I don't know what I'm getting at. I f**ked up and self-sabotaged my life. And now I'm paying the price for it. All I really can hope for is getting back on social welfare so I can afford another go at <mod edit - method>. I'm feeling like a complete and utter failure for my actions and the situation I've put myself in. My family doesn't know about any of it and I don't plan on telling them. My mom still thinks I was in the hospital thanks to a pneumonia because I don't want to worry her about my suicidal tendencies. I'm just feeling like a helpless teen caught in an adult body whose only way out is commiting suicide.
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