
lemonadeandgrapes
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- Jun 8, 2025
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Hi! I've been lurking for a couple days and made an account literally five minutes ago. I really have some things I need to get off and hope you can provide an objective view point because I am so confused and scared and tbh never felt so low. Some facts about be is I am 18, a girl, in year 13 of school in england. I have ADHD and suspected autism (confirming this summer) and have had an eating disorder on and off since 11, alone with a period of self harm at 14 and then again at 17.
Basically, I am in year 13 which is the final year of school and we have exams called a-levels (british friends you'll know haha) and was predicted A* A A and got into LSE which is within the top 3 universities in the UK and one of the top in the world, as well as several other universities which my parents have been super proud I have gotten into. But I know that after these exams which I have basically all sat apart from 1, I know I will not be getting the grades I need to go to these universities, or any universities so be honest. I had extreme anxiety throughout the exams as well as hallucinations that came from these, nobody knows and I feel so useless that I failed exams where I KNOW I was an A* student. A-level resitting is a thing and there are several people who have gotten into the top universities doing so, but I feel so fucking ashamed having to go to my parents and saying I failed and to my teachers and to everyone and everyone knowing. Especially since I go to a private school where people are so crazily smart it makes me feel horrendous knowing what happened. Resitting is something which is a thing for A-levels, especially if you have extenuating circumstances but at the same time I feel so inferior that I am having to do it, and I am so scared that universities (top ones) won't take me. As some for medicine and law won't, but still there are loads that do (even oxford) and I know it sounds stupid but I need to go to a top university, my cousin goes to cambridge, my friends are going there and to Imperial and UCL and other top unis and I need to go too, it is a matter of literally my life goals. And having to face my teachers and family and saying I need to resit is so fuckign scary. I don't know whether to tell my head of year what is going on tomorow (day before my last exam) or wait until results day. I feel so scared and so fucking useless. I haven't spoken to my mom or anyone else in my family or even seen them for so many days, as I have been up in my room.
I have been thinking of ctb for a couple days now, and I have previously been suicidal for a couple of years, although passively suicidal rather than actively. Although there were periods of time I would sort of look up different avenues of ctb but I think I had never looked into it as seriously as now. But I have had one attempt previously at 15 or so, when my dog died I tried hanging myself from the door with a belt, looking back I don't think that was a serious attempt because bro it was the worst set up and no way was I going to die from it. But now I have been seriously considering three options, 1) cliff or bridge, specifically the Clifton Suspension bridge or Beachy Head, 2) SN, 3) Inert gas, specifically helium.
The thing is, I have periods of about ten minutes thinking yea this is what I am going to do, if I were on a bridge right now I would jump, if I had a glass of SN I would drink it straight away. But then I have periods of no, I can fix this, I can do stuff to make my life better, don't kill my self. I still have the chance of resits, even if It looks fuckign pathetic for a year, I still have teh chance to end up in these top universities. But at the same time, what If i don't, what If I'm not fucking enough (sorry for the swearing by the way.)
Everytime I think of ctb it brings me peace, but when I really think of it I feel horrendous and I don't want to, or maybe I do and I'm too much of a weak person. That's why I have been thinking of jumping for a while becasue I know I can't back out of jumping, once I step off Beachy head, I can't fly back the 530ft cliff. So maybe I am irrational in wanting to actually die and I am just scared? Or maybe I do want to die and this is just SI and I need to get over the SI and conquer it?
Death also comes with the problem of I am scared of the after, what it means to die is so scary for me. Every memory I have will be dispersed into a universe which is so random that nothing in my life matters after death. I say my life as if I will even be a thing after death. I will miss my mum and my dog and my dad and my family so fucking much and I will miss the fact that I had the oppurtunity to still get into a top university all becasue I was scared I wouldn't be able to (i don't even know if that makes sense.) I have such a longing for someone to say, this will be ok, I will guide you, you still have a final shot.
This idea that I could just put off my ctb until I have reapplied with my resitting of alevels and see how that turns out, if I do get a place in a top university then fuck all the stigma and fuck ctb as I would be ok and actually want to live. So I can always have ctb as an option if I can't. But at the same time I also just want to ctb and get it over with, don't even try and just jump.
I am scared of living and yet I am scared of death, this perpetual limbo that suspends me between what is and what is to come feels like a fist shoved down my throat. Begging me to die yet compelling me to live, twisting my insides so that I have nothing but anxiety brewing with any decision I take. Everything feels so wrong and every action is definite. A perpetual longing for reason and meaning and hope yet a plague of just end it and get it over with seems to grip my thoughts and very fibres of existance. I could stand on the edge of a cliff and free fall to the bottom, yet I would have left my mind at the top. Is my decision truly the result of the calling of death or the result of an anxious mind that contemplates life to be too hard and so death is the only remainder. Am I truly desiring the after or longing for a better now. Perpetually straddled between the now and the then, too afraid to die yet too willing to live.
Please, someone, anyone give me advice. I am so lost and I feel like I want to die. I want to book tickets to the bridge or the cliff and just jump. SN would have been an option but I am in the uK and access is hard, as well as the fact I think I would end up calling for help and I don't want to live after an attempt (I don;t think anyway.)
-LemonadeandGrapes
Basically, I am in year 13 which is the final year of school and we have exams called a-levels (british friends you'll know haha) and was predicted A* A A and got into LSE which is within the top 3 universities in the UK and one of the top in the world, as well as several other universities which my parents have been super proud I have gotten into. But I know that after these exams which I have basically all sat apart from 1, I know I will not be getting the grades I need to go to these universities, or any universities so be honest. I had extreme anxiety throughout the exams as well as hallucinations that came from these, nobody knows and I feel so useless that I failed exams where I KNOW I was an A* student. A-level resitting is a thing and there are several people who have gotten into the top universities doing so, but I feel so fucking ashamed having to go to my parents and saying I failed and to my teachers and to everyone and everyone knowing. Especially since I go to a private school where people are so crazily smart it makes me feel horrendous knowing what happened. Resitting is something which is a thing for A-levels, especially if you have extenuating circumstances but at the same time I feel so inferior that I am having to do it, and I am so scared that universities (top ones) won't take me. As some for medicine and law won't, but still there are loads that do (even oxford) and I know it sounds stupid but I need to go to a top university, my cousin goes to cambridge, my friends are going there and to Imperial and UCL and other top unis and I need to go too, it is a matter of literally my life goals. And having to face my teachers and family and saying I need to resit is so fuckign scary. I don't know whether to tell my head of year what is going on tomorow (day before my last exam) or wait until results day. I feel so scared and so fucking useless. I haven't spoken to my mom or anyone else in my family or even seen them for so many days, as I have been up in my room.
I have been thinking of ctb for a couple days now, and I have previously been suicidal for a couple of years, although passively suicidal rather than actively. Although there were periods of time I would sort of look up different avenues of ctb but I think I had never looked into it as seriously as now. But I have had one attempt previously at 15 or so, when my dog died I tried hanging myself from the door with a belt, looking back I don't think that was a serious attempt because bro it was the worst set up and no way was I going to die from it. But now I have been seriously considering three options, 1) cliff or bridge, specifically the Clifton Suspension bridge or Beachy Head, 2) SN, 3) Inert gas, specifically helium.
The thing is, I have periods of about ten minutes thinking yea this is what I am going to do, if I were on a bridge right now I would jump, if I had a glass of SN I would drink it straight away. But then I have periods of no, I can fix this, I can do stuff to make my life better, don't kill my self. I still have the chance of resits, even if It looks fuckign pathetic for a year, I still have teh chance to end up in these top universities. But at the same time, what If i don't, what If I'm not fucking enough (sorry for the swearing by the way.)
Everytime I think of ctb it brings me peace, but when I really think of it I feel horrendous and I don't want to, or maybe I do and I'm too much of a weak person. That's why I have been thinking of jumping for a while becasue I know I can't back out of jumping, once I step off Beachy head, I can't fly back the 530ft cliff. So maybe I am irrational in wanting to actually die and I am just scared? Or maybe I do want to die and this is just SI and I need to get over the SI and conquer it?
Death also comes with the problem of I am scared of the after, what it means to die is so scary for me. Every memory I have will be dispersed into a universe which is so random that nothing in my life matters after death. I say my life as if I will even be a thing after death. I will miss my mum and my dog and my dad and my family so fucking much and I will miss the fact that I had the oppurtunity to still get into a top university all becasue I was scared I wouldn't be able to (i don't even know if that makes sense.) I have such a longing for someone to say, this will be ok, I will guide you, you still have a final shot.
This idea that I could just put off my ctb until I have reapplied with my resitting of alevels and see how that turns out, if I do get a place in a top university then fuck all the stigma and fuck ctb as I would be ok and actually want to live. So I can always have ctb as an option if I can't. But at the same time I also just want to ctb and get it over with, don't even try and just jump.
I am scared of living and yet I am scared of death, this perpetual limbo that suspends me between what is and what is to come feels like a fist shoved down my throat. Begging me to die yet compelling me to live, twisting my insides so that I have nothing but anxiety brewing with any decision I take. Everything feels so wrong and every action is definite. A perpetual longing for reason and meaning and hope yet a plague of just end it and get it over with seems to grip my thoughts and very fibres of existance. I could stand on the edge of a cliff and free fall to the bottom, yet I would have left my mind at the top. Is my decision truly the result of the calling of death or the result of an anxious mind that contemplates life to be too hard and so death is the only remainder. Am I truly desiring the after or longing for a better now. Perpetually straddled between the now and the then, too afraid to die yet too willing to live.
Please, someone, anyone give me advice. I am so lost and I feel like I want to die. I want to book tickets to the bridge or the cliff and just jump. SN would have been an option but I am in the uK and access is hard, as well as the fact I think I would end up calling for help and I don't want to live after an attempt (I don;t think anyway.)
-LemonadeandGrapes