
StrugglingSienna
Love you, mom. │ Expires May 31st
- Mar 16, 2025
- 116
A lot of people here seem really, really incredibly torn up about their eventual death. I used to be like that too, but as the months have gone by still feeling this way, thinking about suicide and my dysphoria, I feel like I've processed pretty much all my emotions.
I've processed my dysphoria.
I've processed the incredible guilt I feel for leaving my family like this.
I've processed all the things I could experience in life if I chose to go on, and weighed them against the dysphoria I feel.
Suicidal thoughts are no longer strange and scary to me. They're the usual.
I'm no longer crying myself to sleep at night terrified of what I might do to myself. I now know what I'm going to do to myself. I've processed the why's, I've chosen the how. All that is left to do is to figure out the when, and to make whatever final preparations I'm able to muster for my family.
I plan on making a recording of my voice for my family in addition to my suicide note, and I now know I won't be crying during any part of it.
Suicide is not an emotional choice for me anymore, it's a rational one for the terminal mental illness I have.
I've accepted my fate.
I've processed my dysphoria.
I've processed the incredible guilt I feel for leaving my family like this.
I've processed all the things I could experience in life if I chose to go on, and weighed them against the dysphoria I feel.
Suicidal thoughts are no longer strange and scary to me. They're the usual.
I'm no longer crying myself to sleep at night terrified of what I might do to myself. I now know what I'm going to do to myself. I've processed the why's, I've chosen the how. All that is left to do is to figure out the when, and to make whatever final preparations I'm able to muster for my family.
I plan on making a recording of my voice for my family in addition to my suicide note, and I now know I won't be crying during any part of it.
Suicide is not an emotional choice for me anymore, it's a rational one for the terminal mental illness I have.
I've accepted my fate.