I'm slowly stockpiling one of my meds. About a year from now, if i don't feel in a noticeably "better place" by then, then the theory is that's when i'll "pull the plug". Wouldn't mind a gun as a backup, but i can't get one (due to my mental health history). Would probably also drink half a bottle of spirits.It might be time for me to consider purchasing a firearm. That way I have my way out when the time comes. Purchase an expensive bottle of whiskey as well and put it all away for a rainy day. That is how I dream about going if it is to be done by my own hand. Go to a nice place with no one around to catch one last beautiful sunset while sipping on the whiskey. Then put a single bullet into the gun and take my final breath. This is just how messed up I am in the head because what I call a dream, most would call a nightmare.:crying::crying:
I'm slowly stockpiling one of my meds. About a year from now, if i don't feel in a noticeably "better place" by then, then the theory is that's when i'll "pull the plug". Wouldn't mind a gun as a backup, but i can't get one (due to my mental health history). Would probably also drink half a bottle of spirits.
But the trouble is i have this habit of enduring even the most suffering possible. Maybe i'm too hopeful/optimistic even in the direst of situations, even when there's zero hope. Or maybe i don't want to leave all my projects uncompleted, or put to waste. It's like suffering has become like a familiar/comfortable old sock with holes; i don't want to use a new pair as i'm attached to the old sock.
I get it that all this anger/rage is not something you're not feeling familiar with. I would have felt the same insecurity way back when i started getting serious depression. It takes time for such things to become part of your personal experience & :. part of your personality.This just tells me that you are incredibly strong mentally. If you can avoid it and keep going then please do so. With me I feel as if this mental illness has stripped me of who I once was and who I dreamed of being. The last shred of my old self was the fact that I was a very calm person and nothing really got to me. Now I am just angry all the time and, although I am ashamed to admit it, I have yelled at relatives at times because I felt threatened. That was the last shred of my identity and now it is only filled with rage. That was what caused me to write what I did. I still feel this way because I feel as if I am a stranger in my own body. It's me but it's not really if that makes any sense. I'm just so tired of being a failure and not being able to contribute in any way. People depend on me but I cannot deliver. What good is my existence?
I read a sad story not too long ago about a 31 year old mother who died due to cancer leaving behind 3 kids. Another story of a 25 year old woman who died of cancer as well and she was a day away from her wedding. Reading things like this all I can think about is I would die in your place if I could because you wanted to live and I don't. Anyone else do this or am I the only one here?