I made my mind up over a decade ago and it was still worth going to college, at least for the stories and adventures. I argue to experience as much as you can and find the help you can before making any decisions. I used to think I always wished I did it when I was a lot younger, but even later years in college proved good enough stories to make it last longer. Just going and they don't *actually* care usually if you take breaks from classes or gain/lose weight or anything. Sometimes you just gotta keep surviving and having fun for a bit longer
This makes me feel very hopeful actually, thank you so much. Maybe college will be fun, or at least a fresh start. Would you say you are happy now though? Like better mentally?
Hi, i'm in college as well and dealing with strong ideation. Would you like to chat?
Hi sorry no thanks, I don't do private chats or anything with anyone here for privacy reasons and also personal reasons. But replies to posts and stuff are fine. I hope you find peace.
Aw :( thank you. I have mixed feelings about people feeling bad for me, part of me has always craved it since I grew up throwing myself pity parties(in my head, not outwardly) because if I didn't feel bad for myself, nobody would. There is sort of this weird comfort in misery and self-pity. But when other people pity me, it'll make me feel comforted but only if it's in the right way. It's hard to explain but I hate when people pity me in a condescending way or something. I just want people to actually care, and that's why they feel bad, not because I'm seen as lesser than or pathetic or because they feel like a good person if they feel bad for me. So thank you. You made me feel validated.
The title caught my eye, and my mind inmediately flashed to "surrender", as in stop fighting. I've been bounced through a lot of the meds you mentioned, and they've currently maxed me out on the one they're currently prescribing, but I still relate, acutely, to what you're saying about your feelings, especially the overwheming weariness. I literally JUST felt the beginnings of a sore throat, which usually precedes a nasty cold/flu, and mind is already making mountains out of mole hills.
All I can offer you is my unconditional love, dosed with a sprinkling of hope for the possibility of a better future. Yes, it sucks now. Yes, it probably won't get a lot better any time soon, if ever. The pain I experience is mostly from the conflict of trying to force things to change, rather than go with the flow.
You are here, and you keep coming back to reply, so part of you hasn't given up completely. And who knows, maybe you can help us (you already have helped me, just by starting this thread, and sharing honestly).
However you decide to move forward from here, know that you are loved. I hope you find the peace you are seeking, one way or another.
I've had a very long day, this actually means the world to me. Thank you so much. You make me feel like somebody actually understands. That is one of the reasons I keep coming back here. Also yeah being sick makes it so much worse, even if the cold isn't that bad it's just another bad thing on top of the huge mess that is my life. I hope you feel better soon, in both ways. Also I understand what you said about surrender. Not fully giving up and committing to ctb but also not fully committing to recover and stay alive creates this weird gray area of push and pull that is honestly(for me at least) more exhausting than either one of those options, and yet I do it anyway. I think once you are truly set on something, it's easier than the push and pull even though both choices come with their own struggles. But if I can't commit to either one, I am just trapped. Letting life push me around, or fighting it, not even sure what I'm trying to fight or what I even want anymore. Sometimes I wonder why bother trying instead of surrendering, if it all seems to turn out bad anyway? So then logically I should either get better or surrender, but it's not that simple or easy obviously. I really appreciate you taking the time to write all of this. I offer you my unconditional love too. And I like how instead of like "normal" people do, you admit the truth which is that it might not get better, instead of people lying to our faces to make us feel better but it doesn't work because things haven't gotten better. Going with the flow and letting life do whatever seems less tiring, but then it means I give up. And I'm not sure how I feel about that. Because even if it all turns out the same, if I fought at least I can say I tried. I want to quit but I also want to at least experience college and eventually moving out once I have enough money(things are rough in the US economically so I can't move out as soon as college starts, and I don't want to anyway. Some people prefer debt over the cost of their mental health living with family, but I think the debt would just make me feel worse regardless.) I want to at least experience those things before deciding to ctb or not, but it is so difficult to wait so long. Maybe I should forget about August and instead tell myself to just experience one year of college, and if I really, truly want to die after that, I can let go. Or even farther in the future, force myself to wait until I've experienced a year of living on my own/with my boyfriend. Now that I am thinking of the future, I am really unsure about the things I said in my original post. There is something deeply sad about dying at 18, not even being an adult for one whole year yet. Not even giving it a real chance. The chance of what it's like to be independent, to experience new things and the new freedoms that come with it, college, buying a house, buying a car, etc. And my bf and I had plans to get married at some point after graduating college, I always wanted to marry him. And if I die, I'll never get to be his wife like I promised. And I promised him that I would live. It all makes me so sad. The thought of never seeing him again. I don't want his first year of college being tainted with my recent death. I'm just so tired. I'm tired of it all. There is no winning. No matter what you choose in life there is always some sort of sacrifice and I am so sick of it all. Of everything. It wears you down and once you've finally hit the ground it kicks you anyway. Even though you're already down. It's never enough. I hate living and I hate all the things that come with dying and what if I was wrong about death(I'm an atheist) and there IS an afterlife, and what if it's bad? What if I suffer for eternity? I've never done something bad enough to go to hell if it exists(at least I don't think I have), but it's not just about that. Just the afterlife in general. If I kill myself just to basically still be alive just in another way, what was the point? And then all I can do is watch the way people reacted to my death and watch my boyfriend go into a deep grief. I don't understand why things can't be easier. I just want peace. I want to sleep forever. I'm exhausted.