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I'm thinking about ending my... (hexbear.net)

submitted 7 months ago* (last edited 7 months ago) by [email protected] to c/[email protected]

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TW for suicide, and drugs.

Spare me the usual replies, please. I’ve heard them all.

I’m going to drop Creamsicle off at a friend’s house today.

“Yay!”

Then I’m probably going to acquire fentanyl somehow, and forget that I ever existed.

I’ve considered writing a letter to my friend, the one I’m always talking about. Creamsicle was originally supposed to be a birthday present for them, but they didn’t want him. I’d love for him to go live with them, but I don’t want them to be sad. I think I just want them to forget I ever existed. I know they probably won’t be too sad but I don’t know. I wish I could say goodbye.

Every single fucking day sucks. I am in the same exact hole today, on March 22nd, 2024, as I was on March 22nd, 2023, and on March 22nd, 2022. The only difference is I just keep getting slightly worse every year. Each winter hurts more than the last. More people stop talking to me and I smile less and life becomes increasingly more stupid and meaningless.

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[–] [email protected] 2 points 7 months ago

:sadness:

[–] [email protected] 1 points 7 months ago* (last edited 7 months ago)

I wish my organization/procrastination/attention deficits weren't so terrible lately so that I could get to know you better. And give you a small fraction of the attention and support you deserve.

And maybe share a few dreams with you. Because most if not all of the dreams I have today flat out did not exist a few years ago. I had no one on my side the way I do now, and no resources to command, and no examples of my own agency. Life felt futile.

Now I am still a credulous oblivious fool with mental struggles and limited career prospects and other life capabilities, but there are a couple promising breaches of self-direction and fulfilment, and lots of people who love me.

Most of how I ended up how I am now came from blunt luck and meeting a bunch of anarchists IRL. Without a certain set of twists my life took, I'm sure I'd be miserable, empty, and possibly even suicidal as well.

[–] [email protected] 1 points 7 months ago

Maybe this article will help https://highline.huffingtonpost.com/articles/en/life-in-the-psych-ward/

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