Well I've always read this thread to realize that I'm not alone in going through mental illness, but I had to finally post the way I'm feeling for once. 3 days ago, I quit a job that I was making 350 $ a day at, got in my car and drove twelve hrs to the hospital. After waiting 5 hours to see a shrink(who never showed), I gave up, and went and bought a canister of disposable helium to make what they call an 'exit bag'. I had the bag on my head, and was breathing deep, but didn't pass out, and after what felt like forever (but was less than 30 secs), pulled the bag off my head.
So I'm still alive, but it feels really pointless to be. It's like, if I screwed up suicide the one time I really tried, what are the chances I'm going to succeed at all the other areas of life, I constantly fail at. So now I'm three months away from thirty yrs old, living at home again, with no money, no job, just waiting on the system to find me a counsellor, when the only 'counselling I could get before, was a support group made up of 40 yr old women, who were unhappy because their lives were unfulfilling.
In the last 13 years I've travelled, been a ski bum, worked in some of the most beautiful paces in Canada, made money, gone to school, quit using drugs, and have been miserable pretty much the whole time. 'Suicidal ideation' has been what my whole life was based on, and now I'm starting all over AGAIN, from rock bottom; I'm just older now, and the idea of spending years in therapy, to maybe be happy one day, or maybe not seems pretty futile.
But I couldn't kill myself, so there must be something in me that wants to keep on going. It just doesn't feel like it.
Probably better suited for a blog...whatever...