*****please don’t read if you need positivity just now, it’s a downer whiny self absorbed post******
Been scared to but need to vent. I have spent the last few days thinking about enacting my suicide plan over and over, just calmly knowing what I want to do. The thing is I know I can’t because that would be the most cruel thing I can do to my family. I don’t know if knowing I can’t heightens the urges of this. It won’t leave my thoughts, and when it does it comes back.
I have thought lots about about how much I have going for me, I’ve know I’ve always been one of the lucky ones. I have friends and family who care and support me but everything feels like something to endure or get through. I don’t know if I know what joy is anymore. Even family dinners where all my kids are with me I count down the minutes until I’ve got through and survived it and can go to bed. I feel there is so much shame writing that here. There are so many people who would do anything to have the support I do and yet I’m so unable to move on, crippled by my own doing. I know it’s my fault 😔, I am feeling like maybe I’ll never find a way to feel ok enough again.
I dont know what im hoping from writing this. There are no magic wands or fixes unless it comes from me. I guess I hope that the next week isn’t as hard as I think it’s going to be.
Thank you and sorry if you read this far. 🙏