It’s me again. I made an appointment with a counselor, but they canceled on the day of the appointment.
I really don’t know what to do. I could call them back, and make another appointment, but during my wait
for my first appointment my thoughts of suicide increased. Tonight I sit here looking up different ways
to commit suicide, and finding that my old resources for keeping myself alive have grown smaller, the voice
telling me the consequences and the emotions my family will go through has become quieter. I sit here tonight
feeling like there is a bubble inside my head. There is a buzzing in my ears and I feel as though I am going to puke.
I waited for my boy-friend to go to sleep, watching the clock, counting the hours it would take to figure out
an effective way, calculating how much time I have before my boy-friend’s alarm clock goes off. I want to stick
with my usual way, pills and booze, but I remember that morning a long time ago, waking up and seeing the
faces of the people I loved looking down on me in anger and concern. Do I really want to risk that again?
Then I run into vanity when I think of other ways. Hanging or asphyxiation is my second choice of suicide,
but I don’t want to be found in that situation. Swollen and purple, urinating and defecating on myself, a horid
sight for my boy-friend to stumble upon. I imagine seeing my dead body will do enough damage, so why put
him through more then is needed? That is my inner voice trying to talk me down from my ledge, telling me
not to because of who I would hurt. I am a contradiction in myself, wanting to die and end it all without hurting
anyone else in the process, but I’m not stupid. I understand that the taking of my life will affect those around me.
My ears continue to buzz, so hard it feels like they will begin to bleed soon. I’m looking for a way out, but
just like my life, there are nothing but closed doors in my face, holding me back from even this. I read through
this site, and still check it regularly, I came across the post of someone with OCD, who planned out what he/she
called the perfect suicide. It sounds perfect, but I fear I don’t have enough pills, nor are they effective enough.
I’m thinking of taking all the pain killers and aspirin, then drinking all the tequila and vodka I have in the
house.
I think that would do it, if I time it right. I can also go for the fall-back plan on laying on my back after doing so,
so that even if I throw up, I drown in my unconsciousness. Even that sounds a bit grotesque, but it’s the best
thing I’ve got since I have no access to a gun. I just don’t know right now.
I don’t want to be told that suicide is wrong, or to think about what tomorrow might bring, because I know
what tomorrow will bring. The same routine I have ran for two years. I wake up, watch tv, eat dinner,
take a shower and go back to sleep.
5 comments
damn this is gonna sound kinda rude but um someone once told me this and i swear i sounded just like you when they told me.dont talk about it be about it if your really going to do it just do it they also said that if i really wanted to do it i wouldnt be talking about it with people i wouldnt be writting about it i would already have done it if i really wanted to die and the truth is i didnt i only wanted a break like time out . but suicide is a permanent solution for a temperary problem its not the right thing to do but hey who am i to tell you and if you think that no one cares ur wrong cuz i care and i dont even know you i would be hurt if you killed urself i really would cuz thats just where my heart is at and about wat tommorow brings girl you can break that cycle cuz i did so i know you can definitely make it thru if i did lots o ove Sebrina L.
i am sorry for what the girl before me wrote to you. she may say that she was there and felt the pain u describe, but she has never been there or she would not have been able to write those things. i hope that you fight the feelings and take care of yourself – please get help, take the meds prescribed and most of all love yourself. i have the exact feelings u have. i have to fight this every day and so far i am getting thru each day. talking about your feelings sometimes is all you have to get u thru the day and the only way u have to maybe get your mind around the problems. i love u and hope that u have a great day today and u will be in my prayers.
I don’t think it is fair to say anyone has not “been there” Whether or not the pain is bearable may differ from person to person. What might be bearable to someone else, may not be bearable to you. This is minimizing the seriousness of suicidal awareness and the above post bothers me deeply.
This is not a personal attack, but I’d like to make this clear to Anne and everyone else, considering this blog is used for outreach and self-help.
NO ONE OUTSIDE OF OURSELVES, CAN DICTATE THE IMPORTANCE OF OUR FEELINGS.
Only we have felt our feelings. Only we have experienced our experiences. So don’t ever accept it if someone tells you, “you’re just looking for attention.†or “that’s not enough for her/him to want to kill him/herself”.
Much Love.
um well Anne I think that you really shoudnt say sorry for me cuz 1 im not sorry i dont even think that its neccesary for an apology and 2 who are you to say that i havent been there if only you knew of alll the stuff that i have been thru and im only 14( turnin 15 in 9 days) but im not here to compare our stories cuz we can go on for days but what i do know is that there are kids out there who have it worst then both of us kids who have to sniff and huff paint just to make the hungerpains go away kids who get killed by the police for $50 kids who have done absolutly nothing to anyone yet are getting punished well ive been here done that man i even bought the hat and matching t shirt and for you to say i havent is so wrong and plus she said it herself just want to be heard i do care and for you to saythat i dont you are so not in the right place but anyways i still care and love you lots o love Sebrina L.
Hi! Just holding on here. Please help…keep in mind that I do drink, thus I do not diservice you’re help.