RecoveringDude
Bluelighter
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- May 24, 2017
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yet another one of those i want to kill myself posts. nearly three years of dxm abuse and $1000 on cough medicine have led me to the lowest low of my life, my girlfriend left me due to me abusing cough medicine 4 months ago, 4 months ago i took two bottles of cough syrup and 20 gelpcaps on top of 100mg of fluvox.
I can't kill myself just yet because I can't do that to my family and my ex-girlfriend who dealt with her friend dying in a car crash at the time of the breakup, but I see myself committing suicide in the next year. every otherday I deal with thoughts of wanting to kill myself and I expect posts of sympathy just saying "don't kill yourself you have so much to live for!" what the fuck do I have to live for? The only thing I have to live for is recovering, a hard process I don't see easy for the next year or so, even ontop of exercise and medicines which I have been working my ass off for. Every fucking day is grey or blue, with periods of fake happiness by people being nice to me and me being social because I think I'm accepted.
I'm the type of guy who looks cracked out due to anxiety. Every fucking day people in school people record me because I shake and say loud noises just to fuck with me so I shake and try to get a reaction out of me. I'm the type of person who knows I'm mentally ill and can recover but can never truly be as happy and naive as I once was. I want fucking help and friends who I can relate with, not weird outcasts but at this point that's all I feel like who will accept me and I know it.
I'm thinking about killing myself after my art show and giving my best friend a note saying I'm sorry.
Fun fact, suicide is much much higher among artists, writers and creative people.
What the fuck can I recover with, drugs? I hate living in a blur of drugs. What drugs can i even use at this point, supplements are just helping me get through each day.
I can't kill myself just yet because I can't do that to my family and my ex-girlfriend who dealt with her friend dying in a car crash at the time of the breakup, but I see myself committing suicide in the next year. every otherday I deal with thoughts of wanting to kill myself and I expect posts of sympathy just saying "don't kill yourself you have so much to live for!" what the fuck do I have to live for? The only thing I have to live for is recovering, a hard process I don't see easy for the next year or so, even ontop of exercise and medicines which I have been working my ass off for. Every fucking day is grey or blue, with periods of fake happiness by people being nice to me and me being social because I think I'm accepted.
I'm the type of guy who looks cracked out due to anxiety. Every fucking day people in school people record me because I shake and say loud noises just to fuck with me so I shake and try to get a reaction out of me. I'm the type of person who knows I'm mentally ill and can recover but can never truly be as happy and naive as I once was. I want fucking help and friends who I can relate with, not weird outcasts but at this point that's all I feel like who will accept me and I know it.
I'm thinking about killing myself after my art show and giving my best friend a note saying I'm sorry.
Fun fact, suicide is much much higher among artists, writers and creative people.
What the fuck can I recover with, drugs? I hate living in a blur of drugs. What drugs can i even use at this point, supplements are just helping me get through each day.