3FailedAttemptss
trans girl (`・ω・´)
- Jan 22, 2025
- 228
I spent $700 on a mobile game and now I want to kill myself. Schizophrenia is eating me alive. I'm 24. I have undifferentiated schizophrenia. I'm supposed to be admitted to a psychiatric ward tomorrow but I keep delaying it because I don't want to go.
Tonight I impulsively spent over $700 on gacha pulls in a video game. I didn't even realize how much I was spending until I added it up. And my first thought wasn't "that was stupid." My first thought was that I should kill myself, I should ingest my SN. That's the thing about being this ill. It doesn't matter what happens- good, bad, mundane. Everything leads to the same place. I dropped my phone last week and wanted to die. I got a fine on the train and wanted to die. A video game event was sold out and I wanted to die. Now I blew a stupid amount of money and I want to die. Even spending time with the person I care about most somehow loops back to wanting to die. The good things push me there too, just in a different way.
I have SN at home and a plan. I have people in my life who care about me. I just started a DBT program, I'm two sessions into the commitment phase, working on a crisis plan and a three-month no-suicide contract. I have a bachelor's project coming up. On paper, things are looking up. But I can't feel any of it. The anhedonia is so thick that nothing gets through. The only thing that consistently generates any feeling is the desire to end it.
I'm going to the ward tomorrow. I don't want to go. But I know I need to.
Tonight I impulsively spent over $700 on gacha pulls in a video game. I didn't even realize how much I was spending until I added it up. And my first thought wasn't "that was stupid." My first thought was that I should kill myself, I should ingest my SN. That's the thing about being this ill. It doesn't matter what happens- good, bad, mundane. Everything leads to the same place. I dropped my phone last week and wanted to die. I got a fine on the train and wanted to die. A video game event was sold out and I wanted to die. Now I blew a stupid amount of money and I want to die. Even spending time with the person I care about most somehow loops back to wanting to die. The good things push me there too, just in a different way.
I have SN at home and a plan. I have people in my life who care about me. I just started a DBT program, I'm two sessions into the commitment phase, working on a crisis plan and a three-month no-suicide contract. I have a bachelor's project coming up. On paper, things are looking up. But I can't feel any of it. The anhedonia is so thick that nothing gets through. The only thing that consistently generates any feeling is the desire to end it.
I'm going to the ward tomorrow. I don't want to go. But I know I need to.