wljourney
Waiting for the bus
- Apr 2, 2022
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"When my dog goes, I'll go."
Well. I said goodbye to my little guy yesterday. My heart is completely shattered and I told him as he was drifting off that I would join him very, very soon.
He was my purpose.
He was my reason to keep on going so I could take care of him.
Last night I ended up being tired, sad and exhausted and took my regular sleep meds. I expected a few texts from acquaintances who knew that my dog had been euthanized, so I felt it would be safer to stick around and answer their messages (to prevent being found too early).
Well.
It seems I'm just making excuses.
I'm a coward and am breaking the promise I made to my dog.
I'm still here.
The PPH says to do it in the evening (it is)
To have a light snack (I did)
I should be taking Meto right now and N in about 2 hrs.
Everything is prepared.
Will, paperwork, notes for sister and friend. List of friends/doctors to inform.
I even wrote a note for the coroner so they know what I used.
But I'm stuck.
I'm scared.
The foul taste of N.
And actually ending it.
Or worse: failing.
I have 2x100ml of pento (N), but I'm on the heavy side and I'm scared of both: failing and succeeding.
My life will not get better. I'm chronically ill. My best friend and companion has now passed. I have no purpose left and only pain and more ineffective treatments (and waitlists) to look forward to.
I'm broke and continue to financially selfharm. I have no future other than more suffering.
Why the F… can't I drink this effing stuff and be done with it?
Well. I said goodbye to my little guy yesterday. My heart is completely shattered and I told him as he was drifting off that I would join him very, very soon.
He was my purpose.
He was my reason to keep on going so I could take care of him.
Last night I ended up being tired, sad and exhausted and took my regular sleep meds. I expected a few texts from acquaintances who knew that my dog had been euthanized, so I felt it would be safer to stick around and answer their messages (to prevent being found too early).
Well.
It seems I'm just making excuses.
I'm a coward and am breaking the promise I made to my dog.
I'm still here.
The PPH says to do it in the evening (it is)
To have a light snack (I did)
I should be taking Meto right now and N in about 2 hrs.
Everything is prepared.
Will, paperwork, notes for sister and friend. List of friends/doctors to inform.
I even wrote a note for the coroner so they know what I used.
But I'm stuck.
I'm scared.
The foul taste of N.
And actually ending it.
Or worse: failing.
I have 2x100ml of pento (N), but I'm on the heavy side and I'm scared of both: failing and succeeding.
My life will not get better. I'm chronically ill. My best friend and companion has now passed. I have no purpose left and only pain and more ineffective treatments (and waitlists) to look forward to.
I'm broke and continue to financially selfharm. I have no future other than more suffering.
Why the F… can't I drink this effing stuff and be done with it?