junctionalfunkie
Bluelighter
I have been considering suicide the past year or two. Essentially, life is more pain than it's worth.
I emailed the following to my mom tonight:
Of course my "previous message was so sad." As I have been not-so-subtly trying to convey to you and my father, who are obviously from a generation before psychotherapy was taken seriously, I AM SERIOUSLY CLINICALLY DEPRESSED. While in Seattle, I seriously considered suicide many many times. Apparently, you felt that a two-day pep talk from you and your clueless husband would solve this, but that is, unfortunately not the way mental illness works.
Well, since back in Texas, things are a bit better, but life still essentially sucks. Since I am in no position to receive mental health care, and don't want to die quite yet, I have decided the only alternative is to get back on hard narcotics immediately. At least when I take heroin every day, the pain of being alive is manageable. If I die sometime in the process, at least it will me painless (for me, at least).
When you came to see me in Seattle, your rationale was "Peter, do you really want me to spend the last years of my life worrying about you?" Not a thought of my pain or what might be done about it. "Snap out of it," was the extent of your "advice."
Well, don't trouble your head worrying about me anymore. Spend your time worrying whether all the kitchen cupboards and unused bedroom doors are closed and whatever else it takes your control-freak husband to get thru the day without a coronary.
Whatever happens, you are not to blame. I know you did the best you could. I love you. If I don't see you anymore in this world, I''ll see you in the next one.
There is another world. There is a better world. There must be.
I have 3.5 g strong heroin and 500 mg alprazolam powder. I will dqpend the next few days writing long letters to dear friends, as well as getting a notarized statement abvsolving my girlfriend of all blame.
I just can't take the pain anymore. This is my life and this is what I choose to do with it. I feel it's my right.
Goodbye Bluelight. Thanks for all the help over the years. sorry to disappoint.
Selah.
I emailed the following to my mom tonight:
Of course my "previous message was so sad." As I have been not-so-subtly trying to convey to you and my father, who are obviously from a generation before psychotherapy was taken seriously, I AM SERIOUSLY CLINICALLY DEPRESSED. While in Seattle, I seriously considered suicide many many times. Apparently, you felt that a two-day pep talk from you and your clueless husband would solve this, but that is, unfortunately not the way mental illness works.
Well, since back in Texas, things are a bit better, but life still essentially sucks. Since I am in no position to receive mental health care, and don't want to die quite yet, I have decided the only alternative is to get back on hard narcotics immediately. At least when I take heroin every day, the pain of being alive is manageable. If I die sometime in the process, at least it will me painless (for me, at least).
When you came to see me in Seattle, your rationale was "Peter, do you really want me to spend the last years of my life worrying about you?" Not a thought of my pain or what might be done about it. "Snap out of it," was the extent of your "advice."
Well, don't trouble your head worrying about me anymore. Spend your time worrying whether all the kitchen cupboards and unused bedroom doors are closed and whatever else it takes your control-freak husband to get thru the day without a coronary.
Whatever happens, you are not to blame. I know you did the best you could. I love you. If I don't see you anymore in this world, I''ll see you in the next one.
There is another world. There is a better world. There must be.
I have 3.5 g strong heroin and 500 mg alprazolam powder. I will dqpend the next few days writing long letters to dear friends, as well as getting a notarized statement abvsolving my girlfriend of all blame.
I just can't take the pain anymore. This is my life and this is what I choose to do with it. I feel it's my right.
Goodbye Bluelight. Thanks for all the help over the years. sorry to disappoint.
Selah.

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