psilocybin420
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Nov 19, 2007
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- 117
I have done my absolute best to stay alive. I was stupid and did alot of psychedelics when I was younger. I had gotten off the drugs at 19, for 3 months had a job and was doing well. Then some jerk, who i should have been avoiding, talks me into dropping acid. Before this trip I had little to no mental problems, but it acted as a trigger and now battle with severe mental illness every day of my life, along with chronic pain up my spine.
I take methadone daily and valium, which is a bandaid. The pain in my back may be in my head, but it shoot down my spine and up and down and up, to where i am bed ridden. I dont feel loved in the slightest. There is a Bridge that I want to jump off. I have not planned it. I would take the bus there and just jump. I was so stupid, one day i took the bus there and decided to keep living. this choice to live seems as pointless as the pain that surrounds me.
I just dont know what to do. I do my best to be nice to my hardcore religious cracknut dad, who is always yelling at me and shoving religion down my throat, going on about the end of the world. I feel so overwhelmed and sad. I dont want to die by my own hand. But my coping skills dealing with the pain on a day to day basis are starting to wear thin. i look in the mirror and feel lost and sad. I keep thinking maybe I should hoof it, get a bag of clothes and leave to florida or something, some nice place to be homeless. Life is in the pits. I dont drink or smoke, but i feel this force literally shoving me off the edge. I understand suicide now, something that long seemed a mystery to me in my teenage years. I am 27.
Please no responses like (do it, or jump or something like that as its not helpful) but a bit of sympathy would make me feel better, or others who deal with the same thing sharing stories, etc.
I take methadone daily and valium, which is a bandaid. The pain in my back may be in my head, but it shoot down my spine and up and down and up, to where i am bed ridden. I dont feel loved in the slightest. There is a Bridge that I want to jump off. I have not planned it. I would take the bus there and just jump. I was so stupid, one day i took the bus there and decided to keep living. this choice to live seems as pointless as the pain that surrounds me.
I just dont know what to do. I do my best to be nice to my hardcore religious cracknut dad, who is always yelling at me and shoving religion down my throat, going on about the end of the world. I feel so overwhelmed and sad. I dont want to die by my own hand. But my coping skills dealing with the pain on a day to day basis are starting to wear thin. i look in the mirror and feel lost and sad. I keep thinking maybe I should hoof it, get a bag of clothes and leave to florida or something, some nice place to be homeless. Life is in the pits. I dont drink or smoke, but i feel this force literally shoving me off the edge. I understand suicide now, something that long seemed a mystery to me in my teenage years. I am 27.
Please no responses like (do it, or jump or something like that as its not helpful) but a bit of sympathy would make me feel better, or others who deal with the same thing sharing stories, etc.

