I recently came out of a hospital after a suicide attempt. The knife wound from the blade I used was about a centimeter away from the carotid artery. Literally, I very well could have died.
The reason was kind of fucked and complicated. The point I actually attempted suicide happened on a whim, if you will.
It all started an early morning on October 5th. I had taken a sort of oath to stop drinking for the month and the reasons were mixed. Mostly it was for my health, but there was another underlying issue that isn't easily explained by science. See, the truth is, I had been heating up, internally, for quite some time - periodically and so on. That morning, I went to grab a tea, having compulsive issues and whatnot from psychiatric meds. I finished my tea by the time I got home, but turning the corner to get onto my street, I blew by someone with extremely negative energy.
NOTE: I am not suggesting in any way shape or form that some of this information is to be taken as if literal experience. The factors listed here - be they psychic or supernatural - are only to be taken with a grain of salt.
At this time in my life, my daydreams had taken on a sort of life of their own and I had not been able to escape the daydreams; as serious as they became, some of them were pleasant; this one was not.
A simple thought form allegedly coming from the passer-by asked me a simple question as I tried to throw the day dream away: "How do you deal with shit like that? (how do you simply move on from an instance even if it angers you)?" The thought form was apparently referring to the fact that I had nearly side-swiped the driver. I am an aggressive driver after-all and will sometimes swerve into other lanes in order to protect myself (be it my energy or my person). Usually these drivers are rather arrogant individuals, from what I can sense, but I digress...
Immediately following the question in mind, I told the thought form, simply this: meditate. For some reason the very thing I was dealing with in mind became so hostile and irate over this simple response that I immediately began hearing voices, voices that in their throes against me referred directly to the overheating problem I referred to above and began to say the obvious: "You're going to burn alive... starting with that leg." (the voice referred to my lower right leg in that moment)
I wanted to simply crawl back in bed and await a sort of respite from all of it. In truth, the overheating problem hadn't been getting better up to that point. I made a choice that, in the end, ended up saving my life, despite the irony.
While in the hospital I was not allowed to smoke or drink. This, in-turn, led to my recovery. It's hard to explain in layman's terms how being in the hospital away from cigarettes and alcohol saved me from boiling alive, but in actuality it really did and I have become accepting of this over the last couple months out of the hospital.
Other details to the event, I thought I would note, rend as such: When I got into the hospital, to the point I left, there were no newcomers. No new names I had to learn. I was out of the hospital within a matter of less than two weeks. and the fact of the matter is I owe so much to the people who helped get me out of their swiftly. New age philosophers like Einzelganger, my brother, and my parents, just to name a few.
It was also the love of my cousin that helped me get through it in the long run. Explaining to her, as I tried, seemed impossible at first. I just felt deep down that no one would ever understand that I chose the lesser of two evils, so-to-speak, when it came to "ending my life". Eventually when she understood, I felt so much love and relief. In truth, she and I have hurt each other deeply over a long and fucked up history involving family going one way (politically, religiously or what-have-you) and verily, she had attempted suicide herself partly because of me. Reaching out to her after I attempted suicide was one of the best things I ever did.