Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Because permanent solutions to temporary problems are illogical
I hate that that phrase is always getting trotted out. My temporary problems are not temporary. I've had them for 40-ish years. They're not going anywhere.
Anonymous wrote:When I was younger — my mom.
Now — my kids.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I wish I could support you in real life OP.
Me too.
There are so many people who care - even if you haven't found them in real life yet.
20 years in the USA and have not found one person who cares.
I feel the same, so alone.
Keep posting, I care.
Anonymous wrote:Kids and the thought that it may be a failed attempt, leaving me to live with a permanent disability and be a burden.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I wish I could support you in real life OP.
Me too.
There are so many people who care - even if you haven't found them in real life yet.
20 years in the USA and have not found one person who cares.
Anonymous wrote:When I was younger — my mom.
Now — my kids.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I wish I could support you in real life OP.
Me too.
There are so many people who care - even if you haven't found them in real life yet.
20 years in the USA and have not found one person who cares.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I wish I could support you in real life OP.
Me too.
There are so many people who care - even if you haven't found them in real life yet.
Anonymous wrote:if I did, my children would be 3 times more likely to commit suicide themselves one day. (Per research at Johns Hopkins)
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:What stopped me from obsessing about suicide (which I did from 9-22 years old) was that I told myself that I will definitely do it when I'm older. I know that sounds weird. I promised myself I would do it at a later time and, each time I thought about it, I reminded myself it was settled and I am(was) going to do it when I'm older. Eventually, I stopped thinking about suicide or even considering it as an option. I am 48 years old now and I am content to live my life and to see it through to the end.
You sound a lot like me. I’ve been a lot mentally healthier for years now, but back when it was bad the contemplation of suicide was like a pressure release valve for me. There was this sense of “I don’t think I can live like this, it’s so bad,” and realizing that I could end it if it got unbearable was like a secret solution that I kept in my back pocket. As long as I COULD do it later if I needed to was enough to get me through.
I wasn’t one of those who didn’t do it because I thought it would hurt my family; I was convinced that they would be much better off without me. That’s not a statement about lack of love in my life, but how f@cked up the mental illness thought process can be. It was like being possessed by your worst enemy, someone who hates you and is constantly wrestling with your natural will to live.