I set a date for myself last week. I’ve been counting it down since then, day-by-day.  Every day that I count down makes me feel almost…hopeful.  What irony, huh?  I don’t know whether I’m going to be able to follow though, when the time comes, but I’m seriously going to try. I’ve been making concrete plans and actually doing things to make come about.  I won’t give away the actual method (since we’re not really supposed to do that here), but let’s just say it’s going to be as quick as possible, with little chance for any mistakes.Â
I’m trying not to be selfish about this, too.   I’m going to start doing some charity work, in the short time I’ve set for myself.  I’m also trying to arrange to donate my body to science.  My direct family members will be set, at least to some degree, by insurance policies I have, too. Â
Sigh…it feels so good to count down the days. If I don’t follow through on this, though, another subesquent count-down won’t mean much, so I have to try my best to make this the only time…my only countdown. I hope I can do it.  For those who understand…please wish me luck…
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Hi Countdown
I understand you, I really do. I have also set myself “time-frames” and my own “countdown clocks”. I have attempted suicide 5 times (in the last 8 months), with one method only and despite my best efforts, have recovered twice after a few days at home and 3 times have been saved in hospital, the second time being the closet call. Waking up each time sucks big time.
I want nothing more than to die, I really do. I am desperate, alone, nothing makes sense and I find no peace in this life, only loneliness, pain and suffering that just will not go away.
One week ago my clock ran out. I had been secretly tidying up my life for the last few weeks, kind of feeling that it was really time to end it all, but then I had to tackle my office at work. Went in at the weekend and basically emptied it all. That was the end of my clock and I left, feeling very relieved and almost euphoric that I had FINALLY decided that enough was enough and this time it was going to work. Walked home, put my head in the noose and started to inject an anesthetic to induce coma. Needless to say, as I am writing this, I stopped short. I still have no idea why, because I am very much suicidal. The police were called by my work colleagues (they know I have tried to kill myself before) and was taken to the psych unit AGAIN, for like the 9th time.
I still do not know why to this day I didn’t do what I wanted to do. The countdown really helped, but it is not a failure if you do not actually manage to do it. It is also not selfish to want to find peace. I have seen and heard way too many comments about how selfish suicide is it makes the blood boil.
I hope that you find whatever it is you need, but it would be nice if it was the will to carry on, just for another day. I have been living from day to day for a couple of months, and it hurts, it hurts like hell and the pain just doesn’t go away. But I am still here, whatever that means, at least I am still here.
I’m also arranging to donate my body to science if I’m found and identified.
I have no choice but to carry through.
I quit a pretty good paying job and I refuse to get treatment so either I’m taking myself out or the cancer will eventually.