Day in, day out, suicidal, always (well, for the last 15 years), tried many times, been sectioned, been on close observation, been hospitalised.
it never changes.
Now? At Christmas I had people about, I didn't have to deal with, on top of all the other urges/thoughts/images/dissociations/etc, the physical ache of loneliness.
Today, people have gone back to work/school, its the first full day of me being alone all day, once more.
I was so deseprate to avoid this that last night I nearly ODed, no one would have found me until tonight, would have been too late, I would have been free.
I have no friends, I made them stop contacting me because I know they all want me dead. I really struggle to leave the house because it scares me. I have pets that give me a level of company.
The ache is there, it will always be there, until I die.
I'm on my way, harming myself badly on a daily basis, becoming more and more anaemic. Nearly died last time I went down this path, ignorant people sectioned me, wish they had left me to die. Then I was 110% certain I was ready, now I am confused, doing this partly for me (I have like two sides to me, this incredibly destructive side and a tiny little side that looks for hope), but mainly because I know people want me dead.
I'm fucked, I'm sorry, there was no point to this post. I'm all over the place, wanting to die, knowing other people want me dead and are plotting, hating the aching loneliness (and can't see anyway to change it).
I'm sorry, I dunno, no point, I'm sorry
it never changes.
Now? At Christmas I had people about, I didn't have to deal with, on top of all the other urges/thoughts/images/dissociations/etc, the physical ache of loneliness.
Today, people have gone back to work/school, its the first full day of me being alone all day, once more.
I was so deseprate to avoid this that last night I nearly ODed, no one would have found me until tonight, would have been too late, I would have been free.
I have no friends, I made them stop contacting me because I know they all want me dead. I really struggle to leave the house because it scares me. I have pets that give me a level of company.
The ache is there, it will always be there, until I die.
I'm on my way, harming myself badly on a daily basis, becoming more and more anaemic. Nearly died last time I went down this path, ignorant people sectioned me, wish they had left me to die. Then I was 110% certain I was ready, now I am confused, doing this partly for me (I have like two sides to me, this incredibly destructive side and a tiny little side that looks for hope), but mainly because I know people want me dead.
I'm fucked, I'm sorry, there was no point to this post. I'm all over the place, wanting to die, knowing other people want me dead and are plotting, hating the aching loneliness (and can't see anyway to change it).
I'm sorry, I dunno, no point, I'm sorry