I don’t want to be here anymore, but I’m too afraid to die.
I started to imagine what people’s lives would be like without me in it. I wondered what would happen after I died. I was bombarded with intrusive thoughts, suicidal feelings, urges to hurt myself, and feelings of despair.
But there was one thing contradicting that: I was scared to die.
So many questions would run through my head when I thought about actually ending my life.
What if I attempted to kill myself and it went wrong? What if it went right, but in the last few moments of my life I realized I had made a mistake and regretted it? What exactly happens after I die? What happens to the people around me? Could I do that to my family? Would people miss me?
I don’t know. I just want to abandon everything and I don’t feel like I’m being selfish for wanting to do that.
I’ve done everything I could. I’m so tired.
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That’s a good way to think. I’m not or have ever been in anyone’s life, so no one’s life would be different without me.
Same