RightOnTheEdge
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Some years since I posted here so this is unlikely to be a short post but please stick with it - I'm running out of strength and time to keep fighting and I desperately need some advice and wisdom so that I can hopefully come through the other side after feeling suicidal for so long with some more reasons to keep living.
For four years until last Sep I was living (well, subsisting or just barely existing would be a more accurate description) on my own in one room, alone, not working (Dr signed me off with severe depression) with my family all about 400 miles across the country. I was very alone with no friends (I'm not from that area originally) and my brother - who later said he did what he did cause he could hear from our phone calls how low and desperate I was and he genuinely thought I would kill myself soon without a drastic change in living situation - in June last year 2016 invited me to move to another city with him and be roommates.
This doubtless saved my life. My younger brother (he's 28 and I'm 40) saved my life.
All the time this story's going on I'm using a lot of fentanyl each week (prescribed for "ankylosing spondilitis" which causes baaaaad joint pain) in the patch form (think 2 x 100ucg/hr patches every 48hours)...in fact when I moved to this new city in Sep I was also prescribed 80mg of roxicodone daily too but my new GP had me come off the oxy. I abuse these patches every fucking goddamed week.... this new GP in the city I've been moved to will no longer prescribe the brand name "Duragesic" fentanyl patches which I was on for like 4 years and could not be abused bucally at all. They just couldn't. But the dirt cheap generic brand which my new GP now has me on most definitely can be abused bucally. Very very much so. I've begged the gp to change my patch brand - even admitting to them I'm abusing them each week by also using them bucally and getting insanely high after like half-hour - and they just said for cost reasons they couldn't.
Ok, moving on. After like 5 years without a job I found an ok call centre job within a month of getting to this new city and it was all going fine. But things started falling apart at Christmas when I found a new coke contact...on my fucking team at work no less. I was IV ing it and it was all downhill from there. I ended up resigning end of March shortly before being fired for too many sick days due to fentanyl withdrawals when I fucked up my patches and used too much early and then was run out and in full blown wds a day, sometimes 2 days before refill day. I don't need to say how nigh on impossible it is to do anything really apart from curl up and pray for a swift death imminently when going through withdrawls, let alon go to work when in full blown withdrawals from a daily habit of approx 350mg of oxy or 700mg of morphine.
In amongst all this I suffer from really quite severe depression (several serious suicide attempts in past, most recent 2012) and despite being employed and whatnot I never felt any less depressed over these last recent months while I still had my job and since losing it I am feeling so very very depressed on a daily basis and it seems to be getting worse.
I honestly think seriously about suicide nigh on every day for about the last 5 months and the ONLY thing keeping me alive is not wanting to fuck up my little brother who rescued me and the rest of my family. But thats it. The future seen solely from my POV is bleak and doesn't seem living for at all.
At present I've totally quit coke (2 months clean now which is a major achievment) and I've sen a dr at the local addicition centre to possibly see about getting my pain control medication in the form of once daily methadone which would be a BIG help to me. Because at present I get my new patches every Wed and invariably on Monday and Tuesday I'm uselessly out of action due to being in wds.
Oh but I'm also fixing that too by having my brother dole out the patches to me as the dr prescribed so that's a big help.
I'm really struggling to find work due to feeling so overwhelmingly down and depressed that doing anything psoitive towards my future seems laughably futile when everyday I'm seriously, SERIOUSLY considering travelling to these 500 foot high cliffs I know and ending the pain once and for all. And I've totally let my personal upkeep go. I shower like once every week, am not eating properly, my username sums it up perfectly. I've never felt so close to the edge vis a vis sucidal plans go and am desperately reaching out to the amazing folks on TDS.
Please help me.
And so on Friday I'm seeing a nice gP who I saw recently after a suicide attempt who I can tell my woes too. And he should be able to sign me off from work for a month or two so I can go on sickness benefits while getting better and it'll give me some MUCH needed breathing space...and all the time I'll keep applying for jobs too.
I'm at the end of my rope and I know they always say "suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem" but how long does a sucidial person have to endure this allegedly "temporary" problem? At some point no matter how much I love my family and not want to fuck them up by offing myself surely the depression/ suicidal ideation will become too much and something will have to give?
Straw and a camel's back etc...
So thats where I am. Any thoughts would be very welcome.
Love to you all.
RightOnTheEdge
For four years until last Sep I was living (well, subsisting or just barely existing would be a more accurate description) on my own in one room, alone, not working (Dr signed me off with severe depression) with my family all about 400 miles across the country. I was very alone with no friends (I'm not from that area originally) and my brother - who later said he did what he did cause he could hear from our phone calls how low and desperate I was and he genuinely thought I would kill myself soon without a drastic change in living situation - in June last year 2016 invited me to move to another city with him and be roommates.
This doubtless saved my life. My younger brother (he's 28 and I'm 40) saved my life.
All the time this story's going on I'm using a lot of fentanyl each week (prescribed for "ankylosing spondilitis" which causes baaaaad joint pain) in the patch form (think 2 x 100ucg/hr patches every 48hours)...in fact when I moved to this new city in Sep I was also prescribed 80mg of roxicodone daily too but my new GP had me come off the oxy. I abuse these patches every fucking goddamed week.... this new GP in the city I've been moved to will no longer prescribe the brand name "Duragesic" fentanyl patches which I was on for like 4 years and could not be abused bucally at all. They just couldn't. But the dirt cheap generic brand which my new GP now has me on most definitely can be abused bucally. Very very much so. I've begged the gp to change my patch brand - even admitting to them I'm abusing them each week by also using them bucally and getting insanely high after like half-hour - and they just said for cost reasons they couldn't.
Ok, moving on. After like 5 years without a job I found an ok call centre job within a month of getting to this new city and it was all going fine. But things started falling apart at Christmas when I found a new coke contact...on my fucking team at work no less. I was IV ing it and it was all downhill from there. I ended up resigning end of March shortly before being fired for too many sick days due to fentanyl withdrawals when I fucked up my patches and used too much early and then was run out and in full blown wds a day, sometimes 2 days before refill day. I don't need to say how nigh on impossible it is to do anything really apart from curl up and pray for a swift death imminently when going through withdrawls, let alon go to work when in full blown withdrawals from a daily habit of approx 350mg of oxy or 700mg of morphine.
In amongst all this I suffer from really quite severe depression (several serious suicide attempts in past, most recent 2012) and despite being employed and whatnot I never felt any less depressed over these last recent months while I still had my job and since losing it I am feeling so very very depressed on a daily basis and it seems to be getting worse.
I honestly think seriously about suicide nigh on every day for about the last 5 months and the ONLY thing keeping me alive is not wanting to fuck up my little brother who rescued me and the rest of my family. But thats it. The future seen solely from my POV is bleak and doesn't seem living for at all.
At present I've totally quit coke (2 months clean now which is a major achievment) and I've sen a dr at the local addicition centre to possibly see about getting my pain control medication in the form of once daily methadone which would be a BIG help to me. Because at present I get my new patches every Wed and invariably on Monday and Tuesday I'm uselessly out of action due to being in wds.
Oh but I'm also fixing that too by having my brother dole out the patches to me as the dr prescribed so that's a big help.
I'm really struggling to find work due to feeling so overwhelmingly down and depressed that doing anything psoitive towards my future seems laughably futile when everyday I'm seriously, SERIOUSLY considering travelling to these 500 foot high cliffs I know and ending the pain once and for all. And I've totally let my personal upkeep go. I shower like once every week, am not eating properly, my username sums it up perfectly. I've never felt so close to the edge vis a vis sucidal plans go and am desperately reaching out to the amazing folks on TDS.
Please help me.
And so on Friday I'm seeing a nice gP who I saw recently after a suicide attempt who I can tell my woes too. And he should be able to sign me off from work for a month or two so I can go on sickness benefits while getting better and it'll give me some MUCH needed breathing space...and all the time I'll keep applying for jobs too.
I'm at the end of my rope and I know they always say "suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem" but how long does a sucidial person have to endure this allegedly "temporary" problem? At some point no matter how much I love my family and not want to fuck them up by offing myself surely the depression/ suicidal ideation will become too much and something will have to give?
Straw and a camel's back etc...
So thats where I am. Any thoughts would be very welcome.
Love to you all.
RightOnTheEdge
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