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Famous Last Words
"Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh wow."
- Feb 24, 2022
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I can't believe I'm in the recovery section. I'm not really recovering and I'm still checking the tracking on my SN twice a day. It's been four weeks now.
The thing is, I met a man on social media through a common interest in fitness. We've been chatting for about a year now and that went to talking on the phone and now we're about to meet up in real life for a few days. This guy is the total opposite to me - he's a real adult in the room type person. I have a huge amount of respect for him for how he approaches life and the success he's achieved. My life is a shambles, now completely paralysed by shame and guilt at how I let my life go so far off the rails. I'm just really embarrassed to be me which is why I don't want to continue living anymore.
I haven't told him any of this but he's very smart and he obviously knows something isn't right. He just tells me not to worry about it, that we all have a past and I can tell what I want in my own time.
Years ago, I think I almost used to fantasize about being "rescued" by someone like this. Someone who could maybe help steer me back onto the right path. But now I think I'm too far gone for this.
We've been in almost constant text communication the last few weeks. We're both really excited to meet each other and I know we're going to have an amazing time. But then there's this - this suicidal ideation - this secret I'm carrying that I haven't told anyone about and don't intend to tell anyone about either. At this point, it's really all I have. I feel bad for him that we're connecting so well but I secretly don't really want to continue living. But this feeling of connecting with someone so nice is actually making me feel really happy and this is very confusing for a brain that uses suicide as a very successful coping mechanism. If I don't have my suicide plan, then I really have to face up to things and that's something I can't do. And I'm too ashamed to let anyone know how badly I failed at life.
I had a failed attempt in February with SN (I prepared everything and then couldn't go through with it) and I was really hoping to be gone by now. Then this happens. Although it was so gradual that I almost didn't see it coming and now we're meeting up and definitely having sex. My attitude is that I should go and have a great time because suicide will still be there afterwards. I'm crying now, after writing this.
The thing is, I met a man on social media through a common interest in fitness. We've been chatting for about a year now and that went to talking on the phone and now we're about to meet up in real life for a few days. This guy is the total opposite to me - he's a real adult in the room type person. I have a huge amount of respect for him for how he approaches life and the success he's achieved. My life is a shambles, now completely paralysed by shame and guilt at how I let my life go so far off the rails. I'm just really embarrassed to be me which is why I don't want to continue living anymore.
I haven't told him any of this but he's very smart and he obviously knows something isn't right. He just tells me not to worry about it, that we all have a past and I can tell what I want in my own time.
Years ago, I think I almost used to fantasize about being "rescued" by someone like this. Someone who could maybe help steer me back onto the right path. But now I think I'm too far gone for this.
We've been in almost constant text communication the last few weeks. We're both really excited to meet each other and I know we're going to have an amazing time. But then there's this - this suicidal ideation - this secret I'm carrying that I haven't told anyone about and don't intend to tell anyone about either. At this point, it's really all I have. I feel bad for him that we're connecting so well but I secretly don't really want to continue living. But this feeling of connecting with someone so nice is actually making me feel really happy and this is very confusing for a brain that uses suicide as a very successful coping mechanism. If I don't have my suicide plan, then I really have to face up to things and that's something I can't do. And I'm too ashamed to let anyone know how badly I failed at life.
I had a failed attempt in February with SN (I prepared everything and then couldn't go through with it) and I was really hoping to be gone by now. Then this happens. Although it was so gradual that I almost didn't see it coming and now we're meeting up and definitely having sex. My attitude is that I should go and have a great time because suicide will still be there afterwards. I'm crying now, after writing this.