
willitpass
Don’t try to offer me help, I’ve tried everything
- Mar 10, 2020
- 3,154
I know I shouldn't do what I'm doing. I shouldn't allow myself to fall down the hole I'm descending oh so quickly yet again. I promised my loved ones when I was in treatment this time that I wouldn't do exactly what I'm doing right now… Hiding, lying, silently falling. I told my therapist in residential that I was going to stay alive for the rest of my cats life after seeing how much it distressed her while I was gone. I have incredible friends who are supportive beyond belief. An amazing job who went out of their way to ensure I didn't lose my spot and went above and beyond to get me back in when I was ready. My family have supported me financially, materially, emotionally, etc. more than I could have ever asked for. So many people rooting for me. So many things going for me. So many reasons to live.
Yet here I am. Scrolling suicide content. Calculating how much longer I think I have it in me. Getting ready to OD on laxatives. Driving around stuck in my thoughts rather than tell someone I'm struggling. I know I shouldn't. But I'm so fucking tired. It's exhausting beyond measure to keep fighting, especially when fighting merely makes me miserable but slightly less suicidal. And what more can anyone do for me? There truly isn't anything else that can reasonably be offered to me. I'm so fucking tired.
God please just take this all away from me. I don't want to hurt those who care about me so fucking much. I don't want to abandon the people who have done so many wonderful things for me. It feels like saying fuck you to everyone who helped me to just end it in the exact way I told everyone I wasn't going to. I shouldn't have lied to them. I know myself well enough, I've been trapped in this cycle for over a decade, realistically I knew this would happen. I shouldn't have made those promises. But god I can't keep doing this. I'm so fucking tired.
I'm a selfish piece of shit. I am going to set fire to all the tremendous shows of kindness to me rather than accept them with gratitude.
Yet here I am. Scrolling suicide content. Calculating how much longer I think I have it in me. Getting ready to OD on laxatives. Driving around stuck in my thoughts rather than tell someone I'm struggling. I know I shouldn't. But I'm so fucking tired. It's exhausting beyond measure to keep fighting, especially when fighting merely makes me miserable but slightly less suicidal. And what more can anyone do for me? There truly isn't anything else that can reasonably be offered to me. I'm so fucking tired.
God please just take this all away from me. I don't want to hurt those who care about me so fucking much. I don't want to abandon the people who have done so many wonderful things for me. It feels like saying fuck you to everyone who helped me to just end it in the exact way I told everyone I wasn't going to. I shouldn't have lied to them. I know myself well enough, I've been trapped in this cycle for over a decade, realistically I knew this would happen. I shouldn't have made those promises. But god I can't keep doing this. I'm so fucking tired.
I'm a selfish piece of shit. I am going to set fire to all the tremendous shows of kindness to me rather than accept them with gratitude.