Smoky
Bluelight Crew
I am going to die, and I am tired of waiting.
Thank you all for seriously trying to help me
But I have accepted this and am ok with it. I love you all.
Captain,
Are you still here?
Please.. respond to us.
Smoky

I am going to die, and I am tired of waiting.
Thank you all for seriously trying to help me
But I have accepted this and am ok with it. I love you all.
thank youthe writing of that, in the midst of your own hell, is poetry enough.![]()
Captain,
Are you still here?
Please.. respond to us.
Smoky![]()
I am still here, sadly
I probably will be gone in a matter of months
Mabye you need to ask yourself Is stopping Suboxone really worth it if this is what it does to you? Some have the strength and support to get off and stay off a drug like Suboxone without relapse but many simply find they cannot for whatever the reason is for each individual. I'm sure you know this but maybe you should just get stable again, you don't have to tell yourself its for good but you obviously have a whole lot to work out still. Even taking it once daily in a low dose sublingually can greatly Improve your quality of life. Sorry I haven't logged on in over a month so I'm out of the loop did i read you were dying from an illness? If so What is it your dying from captain? I just notice you mention your tired of waiting to die so I assume your suffering from a life threatening illness. We all live with pain but life can still be a wonderful thing which we should all enjoy until our bodies break down and we die. Do you really want your whole life to be based around one event which is all you'll be remembered for?
I think I'm going to go outside and walk. I don't know where, I'm just going to walk in whatever direction without thinking, and hope I get hit by a car and hospitalized.
The worst thing about this is that I can't even cry, I feel cold and dead inside, emotionless and insensitive. At least if I had a serious physical problem, such as a disability or a crutch like an addiction, that would explain why I feel the way I do, but right now I cannot fathom where I have gone wrong in life to end up like this.
Or is it normal to feel like this? Is it normal to be stuck in a permanent 'low' and feel powerless to do anything every single fucking day? Please prove to me that it isn't.
I think I'm going to go outside and walk. I don't know where, I'm just going to walk in whatever direction without thinking, and hope I get hit by a car and hospitalized.
The worst thing about this is that I can't even cry, I feel cold and dead inside, emotionless and insensitive. At least if I had a serious physical problem, such as a disability or a crutch like an addiction, that would explain why I feel the way I do, but right now I cannot fathom where I have gone wrong in life to end up like this.
Or is it normal to feel like this? Is it normal to be stuck in a permanent 'low' and feel powerless to do anything every single fucking day? Please prove to me that it isn't.
Glad to hear you're feeling better Captain!![]()
CH, I'm so glad you're doing better. Keep it up!
I tried to commit suicide a week ago, i ingested 100+ antidepressants and alcohol.
After a couple of minutes i knew this would be a horrible way to go and i called 911.
They took me to the hospital where they tried to flush my stomach twice, but because of the tube i couldn't breath and started to throw up.
They made me drink like a liter of norrit to neutralise the meds.
When they let me alone for a minute i ripped of the infusions and stubled my way out of the ER, walked home in the cold, i was on the other side of town so it must have been many kilometers, some parts i ran.
At home i went straight to bed.
Not long after the doorbell rang and there was police.
They talked and talked, how my life was danger and i needed to go back to the hospital, i refused, but they said they were obligated to take me there by law, i had no choise.
Walked outside with them and that was the most shamefull moment of my life, 3 police cars and an ambulance, neighbors watching...
Back in the hospital i talked with a psychiatrist, she was actually very nice to me and explained that after a night of monitoring i was free to go home.
Appearantly i had a rhythm dissorder in my hart and a pulse of 150.
After a shitty night of no sleep and neausia i was released.
I hate the police for getting my back to the hospital, but am also thankfull for them. The same for the hospital staff.
Im now drinking to not think and enjoying the company of my sweet cat, she's the only living creature that is keeping me alive right now. Dont know that to, i think im going to actually do it again, im just waiting for the right moment.
sorry you guys but my life is misery and hell, i tried and tried for so long, its only getting worse. I dont think life is ment for me. This is no life, its torture.