panic in paradise
Bluelighter
you can find many ways to better it.
Still looking for some way to end it.

Ive read the OP so many times. I was released from a locked psych ward and then sent home because they can't get medication to work for me. Now I'm sitting here on the beach with a ton of pills and a pack of razors wondering why I shouldn't do it. Is it selfish of me to leave my family or selfish of them for wanting me around even though I am in pain?

You know what I realized? It's all a fucking abomination, and it always has been. Nothing is perfect, everything/one is fucked up to some degree, and that's reality. There's the ideal, and there's reality, and the two are never going to come together, and the inability to cope with reality seems to drive my sickness, and I think it drives the sicknesses of other people who have felt suicidal. The people who don't make it are just surrounded by such an unfortunate permutation of reality that there is nothing they feel like they can do, but they forget the fact that, at the heart of the matter, they already are free, and always have been. Free to transform their life, their situation, their whole world, into something that one can cope with. Thoughts of yourself feeling bad is the number one pitfall in modern society. You must overcome it!
I'm not anyone other than a fellow drug addict disappointment to my parents who has felt the horrible pangs of suicidal thoughts in the past (in addition to anything else I felt like being at any given time).
The world as you know it isn't real, or, I should say, it isn't fixed. It's dynamic. It's ever flowing and changing. Your choices are the sole difference maker.
I appreciate your optimism. To remember to breathe is different than experiencing *enjoyment* from it. When negative thoughts are ALL that come, cravings, too, it is HARD to abolish the suicide path.Your pain is trying to tell you something about yourself. That's what pain's for. If you see it through some good will come of it.
Other than that I can't really answer your other questions as that would require a lot of assuming on my part to do so.
When I first read that you were sitting on the beach I thought you were gonna say something like you've beat your depression without their meds, but I'm very sorry for you and honestly got sad to hear about your state of being.
Try to pin point the thoughts that are tearing you down and observe them. Learn where they come from, where they are leading, and why they are there.
Also don't forget to enjoy the beach. That's a wonderful place. Get into it! Appreciate everything surrounding you, and if you think you don't have enough room amid all your problems, kick some out temporarily and just enjoy your breath and all your senses.
Seith, how long have you been feeling like this?
I know you may not want to hear this but this pain will eventually pass. When? Fuck, I wish there was an answer for that to instill some sort of hope. The only certainty that can show that it will pass is through those who have felt that very same pain (or greater) and stuck through until it passed. There are many of us who didn't think it would ever go away. For a few, it just 'went away' but for most, some sort of action was taken to change. The motivation for that action can be extremely difficult to muster (which makes it feel even more hopeless). I guess you could say that the level of pain has to exceed the level of fear of change.
What can you do right now, no matter how little, to make an effort to become 'you' again.
Maybe, you can disregard the term 'selfish' altogether and place yourself into service to others in some manner? Maybe just something simple like grabbing a couple of Dollar Value Meals from the local fast food joint and giving it to a random homeless person. (yeah, it sounds odd but I have done this when I wanted out and it actually helped lessen my own pain)
Psychological. Made it to my Mums and she took me back to the psych ward and they think its in my best interest if they change my meds and have me stay a little longer which is all I ever fucking wanted from them. These doctors are so fucking thick I may as well be talking to an empty chair.
Thanks for the quick responses guys, I would have replied sooner if I was in the right state of mind.
The reason I live is for my family. There were things done to me as a child and if I mentioned it I'm sure it would destroy them, yet I let it destroy me so they may have peace.