I want to die. I have wanted to die for a long time, years in fact. I think about it everyday, I even have a way I want to go, in a fiery car crash, problem is there is no guarantee that I will die, and everytime I am ready, all I can think about is my kids, and how disappointed and sad they would be if I were gone. Its gotten worse in the last year. When I was 30 I thought I met my knight in shining armor, only to find out 8 years later that he sexually abused my girls while telling me how much he loved me and us and I thought he was telling the truth. I have accepted the fact that I’ll never be happy, thats actually a huge weight off my chest coming to grips with that, no sense fighting for something that will never happen right? I take sleeping pills at night that I get over the counter and drink vodka, I want to realize what it feels like to slip away, I want to feel that bliss that I’ll never wake up again, I’ll never hurt again, the pain will be gone. You know what that pain is like, its like a tumor growing in your chest, it gets bigger every day even if you only think about it once. It throbs against you and aches because its expanding and there is nothing you can do about it. Pills do not help, unless they make you numb, but its so hard getting a doctor to give you something that makes you feel better when you can actually kill yourself with it. I tried with pills once, I woke up two days later and my face was puffy and I felt horrible. I get up in the morning and just stay in bed, maybe I’ll go out into the living room but not for long. I dont want to go to therapy because I’m sick of crying, I cant afford it anyways. No one knows how bad I feel, I dont answer phone calls, no one comes by, I dont ask for help, I’ve asked before, the Doctor gave me prozac, he still thinks I take it, but like I said it didnt help anyways. I dont know when I’m going to kill myself, but I know that I will eventually, probably when im finally all alone, I hate the thought that I might live to be old, I cant live with this pain for that long, it consumes me. I cant live like this for much longer.
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“I have accepted the fact that I’ll never be happy”
One of the biggest mistakes that anyone can make is saying that they have accepted the THOUGHT that they will never be happy.
I to made this mistake long ago, learn from my mistakes. There is so much more to life that meets the mind. Don’t allow such negative thoughts to “consume” you.
I also, have been on prozac, and I agree, it doesn’t work (for everyone). It isn’t about the medication; it’s about a personal decision to WANT to be better, and in a sense, to need to be better.
Never accept less than what life has to offer.
If you need to talk to someone, I am here to hear dear.
Jennifer
(stolenname123@yahoo.com)
Give yourself one year to turn things around. “The knight in shining armor” is a fallacy, it always has been. People are people. Rotten or divine, people will always find a way to disappoint you. Become what is called “born again hard.” Lance Armstrong once said (paraphrasing) “it’s okay to be angry as long as you do something about it.” Get angry. Get a gym membership. Is there an “L.A. Boxing” near where you live? Or get your own heavy-bag and some private instruction. The best cardio and aggression-release is boxing conditioning, I have found. (Important note: along with bag-gloves, make sure to get “mexican wraps” and protect your wrists and hands accordingly.) The thing is, if you are kicking your own ass daily, the stress will soon evaporate, not completely though, that is what the next day is for.
I am staying slightly above the muck of all of my suicidal thoughts. And while any future stress or let down can send me down for the count in the future, right now I am doing okay because I am going to the gym almost everyday. I sleep better. I am eating better. And I have no need for drugs or alcohol. (I am not drinking because I am trying to get to an ideal “fighting” weight at the moment.)
It can get better. Get angry. That’s fine. But do something about it. Kick some ass. Give yourself a year busting your ass in the gym, and if that doesn’t work, then seriously consider other options. But you would be amazed how your body will respond to proper exercise and nutrition in just 10 short days.
zara
Everyone elese seems tohave left you a very well said comment. I hope you do talk to some one. talking does help relieve some sort of stress built up. I’ll be here if youwant to talk. i chcek my mail daily.
silly.snowball@Yahoo.com
As a suicidal person, a mother, and a child who had a parent commit suicide, I completely understand you. I came to this site looking for help, and posts like yours make me remember exactly why I haven’t committed suicide yet. I have 2 kids, 11 & 4. And they need me. Granted, we can’t keep them safe all the time, and we can’t protect them from EVERYTHING (much as we want to) the pain of loosing a parent, ESPECIALLY BY THE PARENT’S CHOICE is completely preventable by us. Everyday I live with the fact my father killed himself. Everyday, I wonder if I was a cause. Everyday, I worry about my children. When I choose not to commit suicide, it’s because I know that I don’t want to cause my children the pain that I grew up with.
No matter how miserable I am, I can’t stand the thought of my children hurting because of me.
I’m sorry that you’re hurting so badly. I am too. Tomorrow will be better.
Good luck
Think about you kids . wouldnt you like to be there for their graduation , prom , wedding?
please contact me
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you need to be there for your girls especially after what happened to them because to them you are a role model.