Hi everyone.
I’m beautiful and 40, a mother, creative, playful and wonderful.
Yet I’ve struggled with suicidal thoughts and attempts since I was 14/15 years old.
I’m struggling so bad right now.
I am sick with lung disease and waiting results. I may only have a few years left but won’t know for a couple of months.
But still I struggle, every week with being here on this earth with people who are cruel and wonder what purpose does human life have here.
As a mum it’s so hard because I don’t want to leave my girls, but I don’t know what else to do, how to feel, how to be ok with feeling so much pain every day.
Most people would look at me and think I’m happy and beautiful and a great mum…but inside I’m screaming with pain. I hide it soooooo well.
There’s a part of me that is hoping I’m dying and knows what I’d do with those last few years. Then there’s a part of me that wants to live but has no idea how to manage 30 years of life.
25 years of pain is soooooo long. I don’t get how some struggle like me and have what I have and others have nothing and never think of dying.
I don’t get it. I’ve prayed and prayed.
I don’t know what to do.
There are days I drive to places to end my life in beautiful nature and then I dont. There are days I slash my wrists and say it’s from gardening and barely bleed.
There are days I hold fire on my body and then blame the oven.
I don’t know why I feel like this for so many years..I just don’t understand. Why????
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I’m so sorry. This I can relate to almost in its entirety and the struggle is something I fight daily as well.
I don’t know how to make any of it better, but talking about it does help.
I know the feeling, suicidal thoughts grabbed me at 15 also and I’m now 38, I don’t know how I’m still here to be honest.
I’m almost 40 and I feel the same way and have struggled with ocd, anxiety, complex ptsd and suicidal thoughts since I was in my teens. I have 2 gorgeous kids and don’t want to hurt them but I see no way out of these feelings.
For what it is worth, I was 54 and had my demise planned with mathematical precision. But, my wife is a wonderful person who loves me and her daughter views me as her father. But the pain in me was more than I could keep bearing. I was all set to go. But my stepdaughter found me out and intervened.
Finding a therapist that was any good for me seemed impossible. I thought I would trust none of them. My wife found one for me and we hit it off, not without some challenges on both sides of course, but this therapist could work with me and I with her.
Six years of therapy later…
I live for my wife and step daughter and wonderful work and calling. Some pain still shows up but is managed and manageable. No drugs. None.
My wife, stepdaughter, and her children don’t deserve my desertion. By the way, my mental function is best it has ever been. I don’t plan to take the standard western exit when the time comes but that is probably a long ways off.
I relate to your story from end to end.