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MyDeath88

MyDeath88

Stairs to the stairs to the stairs to the stairs
Jun 25, 2024
10
The first time I wanted to die I couldn't have been older than 6 or 7. I made a series of stupid mistakes in class and made my favorite teacher upset. Genuinely no big deal, things like that happen all the time, but to me then it was like the end of the world. I was worthless, everything I did lead to failure, my life should end and I should die. I didn't really understand what death entailed then, but I remember wanting to throw myself out of the window and then never wake up. It just goes to show my general emotional dysregulation and warped sense of causality, and also somewhat proves to me that I was always screwed; the abuse in my home life hadn't yet developed to the disastrous level it would, and aside from my father dying a few years prior my life was just pretty standard all things considered, yet I was already thinking like this. Even if I had a loving mother, chances are high I would've still turned out like I did because of my shitty brain chemistry. Thinking about this truly saddens me, but I feel like it's also a positive in a sense, as at least a good family wasn't wasted on me.

My first real "attempt" happened when I was 9. I can't really remember why (I can't really remember a lot from that period of my life), but the fragments I do still somewhat retain point to it being something similarly stupid. At this point in my life however my mom gradually came into the first phase of losing herself to schizophrenic paranoia and my life became generally worse, so I can forgive myself a little. I know she also said and did some horrible things to me since I remember her begging me not to tell anyone lest social services take me and drop me around people who would be happy to do anything they wanted to me (she explained in detail) All of this probably pushed me over the edge, and I remember tying a makeshift noose to hang over an exposed metal bar in my room, tying it around my neck, and letting go. Obviously being 9, the knot I made was terrible and incorrect and it held for about 10ish seconds before I dropped to the floor. I was too tired to continue afterwards and went to bed.

There have been many considerations and attempts since (obviously I'm pretty bad at it since I'm still alive lol) But this was the beginning for me. Do any of you have similar experiences trying to cbt this young? If so and you are comfortable sharing it, please do tell, I'm quite curious.
 
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jasongrace

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Jun 24, 2025
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i dont think it counts because there was no chance of it working, but when i was around eight i ate an entire jar of vitamin gummies because i knew about overdoses and just kind of assumed it worked with anything lol
 
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Rynalia

Rynalia

Who even am I?
Apr 22, 2025
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I can't remember much of my life in general as well, at best it's only fragments or a stray image here and there.

The only thing that flickers in my head when thinking about this is images of trying to asphyxiate myself through ligature strangulation before even hitting double digit age.

Kind of wish little me lucked out or somehow did it properly. But that's asking way too much...

Kind of sad to think about the fact that nothing has improved over the decades even the slightest.
 
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LastLoveSong

LastLoveSong

attention seeker
Oct 18, 2023
138
I can't remember much of my life in general as well, at best it's only fragments or a stray image here and there.
I can't remember anything at all in my entire life either, might as well have been born a week ago
 
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peridot-tears

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Mar 24, 2025
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When I was little I used to suck my thumb before bed to self sooth or if I was anxious, which became a bad habit I kept for a while. At 12, after a really bad night of my dad screaming at me, I decided to coat both of my thumbs in iodine in hopes of sucking my thumbs to poison myself while sleeping. Didn't work out, but I kept that little bottle in my room up until I graduated high school. I definitely relate to your sentiment of remembering fragments. I don't remember a lot of the good stuff in my life as a kid, but if you asked me for every single moment of the bad, I can recall it like it was yesterday.
 

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