Aceso
July 9th, 2011, 06:02 PM
I think I know. Half of it, anyway.
Almost every night. I can barely sleep. When I do all I dream about is me or close ones getting tortured, murdered and other hideous things. I wake up shaking and I can't get back to sleep.
Each night and every morning I can't get the thoughts of suicide out of my head. And it's getting so much more tempting each time. It started off once a fortnight, just a little whisper. But yet now it's more than once every single fucking day and it's screaming so loud I can barely hear anything else.
Thrice. Thrice this week I've been so close to trying. One with a blade and a sink, another with a box of pills and the other just now with a belt. Every time I've stopped myself.
What am I doing? It's getting dangerous. Too dangerous. But this is a different type of depression I usually feel. It's not the feeling that 'nothing's going to change or it never get's better. I want it to but I can't.' This emotion is more like 'I'm dead already. I just want to die. I don't care anymore.'
I feel like I'm running on automatic. Rather than my mind and body working together, my mind is telling my body what to do. My limbs feel heavy. I feel so tired. I just want everything to end.
I don't feel 'suicidal' in the sense that I don't want to die particularly. The impulse or ambition isn't there, but the thoughts and feelings are overwhelmingly strong. And I don't know how much more I can resist. I know I'm going to do it - that feeling that at some point it's going to happen again. And I HATE knowing that, I know I'm not going to escape it either.
I don't know what to think. What the fuck am I doing?! :(
Almost every night. I can barely sleep. When I do all I dream about is me or close ones getting tortured, murdered and other hideous things. I wake up shaking and I can't get back to sleep.
Each night and every morning I can't get the thoughts of suicide out of my head. And it's getting so much more tempting each time. It started off once a fortnight, just a little whisper. But yet now it's more than once every single fucking day and it's screaming so loud I can barely hear anything else.
Thrice. Thrice this week I've been so close to trying. One with a blade and a sink, another with a box of pills and the other just now with a belt. Every time I've stopped myself.
What am I doing? It's getting dangerous. Too dangerous. But this is a different type of depression I usually feel. It's not the feeling that 'nothing's going to change or it never get's better. I want it to but I can't.' This emotion is more like 'I'm dead already. I just want to die. I don't care anymore.'
I feel like I'm running on automatic. Rather than my mind and body working together, my mind is telling my body what to do. My limbs feel heavy. I feel so tired. I just want everything to end.
I don't feel 'suicidal' in the sense that I don't want to die particularly. The impulse or ambition isn't there, but the thoughts and feelings are overwhelmingly strong. And I don't know how much more I can resist. I know I'm going to do it - that feeling that at some point it's going to happen again. And I HATE knowing that, I know I'm not going to escape it either.
I don't know what to think. What the fuck am I doing?! :(