As for me:
Due to Christmas rapidly approaching my place earns increasing amounts of money.
It would be so easy to just snag a whole day of store income and forever vanish into another country.
Most recently it was what if I drop my favorite glass on the tile floor. It seemed almost like I had already done it in a dream.
As a person who collects pint glasses that have a cool design, please dont do this. It will break (Probably.) and you will be gutted.
I’ve been advised by my legal team to remain silent on this subject.
Shoutouts my boy Robin Hoodie, though.
Sometimes I just want to go back to bed, and never leave it again. No more going to work, no more grocery shopping, no more chores, just me laying in my bed cozy and warm.
I’ve had suicidal ideation going on for longer than I haven’t, almost 2/3rds of my life. I have suicidal intrusive thoughts all the time but discarding them is second nature to me at this point and I only struggle with them when things get really bad, like the past several months
Petting ducks at the park
Someone likes to live on the edge
They’re free. You can just take one. No one will stop you.
The ducks might.
Only if you have no skill…git güd foo
That’s not how intrusive thoughts work.
People’s intrusive thoughts can vary greatly from things like suicidal ideation, thoughts of swerving into oncoming traffic, inappropriate sexual stuff, but can also include theft etc. Not everyone is disturbed by them to the point of fixating on them either. Some people know how to let them flow in and back out without giving them power
Expect it is
No it isn’t. You’re making it harder for people suffering from mental illness to understand their experience.
you must be fun at parties
Trigger Warning: Attempts of ending my own life
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Going to the nearest bridge and just jump off.
And um…
when I was a kid…
So I saw a knife in my kitchen when I was a kid (like maybe 12 or 13), I just thought “what if I sliced my throat” I held the knife like maybe 5 inches from my throat, then survival instincts kicked in and I put it back, then I got scared of dying for a while. Never told anyone. I wasn’t even diagnosed with depression back then, so probably not even being suicidal, just a weird thought that popped in my head.
My parents was being shitty at the time, so idk if that was really suicial thoughts or intrusive thoughts.
It’s called “L’appel du vide” or “call of the void” and quite normal.
It’s an old instinct to think through the consequences of dangerous things instead of actually doing them.
I don’t think those are intrusive thoughts, at least that’s not what mine are like.
Oh wow that’s crazy i had the same thing happen
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But it was my left wrist
Definitely don’t rob the store Mandy. Disappearing is much harder than it seems before you try it. It is getting hard to find and claim a birth certificate of someone plausible and reinvent yourself.
I’m one step away from concluding that if I can’t survive and am facing homelessness with my physical disability, I should consider that what it is, an act of war.
Dont worry, i wont
But as intrusive thoughts sometime do? getting kinda loud ya knowEdit: thank you for the consolation
None. Intrusive thoughts are unwanted images/ideas that may be hard to clear from the mind. They are distressing and possibly come with a fear of “what if I did that”, not something you’d ever want to do.
Exactly this. They never guide or try to cause anything, it’s just distressing. The way OP frames it makes it sound like the devil or something is talking to you. It’s more like “hey, do you remember that super embarrassing thing you said/did? Well lets play it on repeat for the next however many minutes”. It’s not something you’d ever want to do.
Well, I’m glad you don’t have any than
Honestly? The forever nap; I already tried once this year and shit hasn’t been looking up since then.
I’m with you. This year has been incredibly difficult
23 years ago I met a guy at work that was really cool. We became friends of a sort, in the way that a shy introvert considers friends. Every once in a while he’d invite me to hang out with his friends, which was always a good time. I’m not sure if he considered me a friend. I always felt like an outsider in those groups. But he was kind to me, and I love him. Eventually we both moved away from that area. I’m not good at keeping in touch, especially over long distances. For instance, my brother lives a couple of states away, I love him to death, and we talk maybe once a year.
So I’d call my friend every once in a while, and we’d catch up.
Eighteen years ago I lost my friend to depression. The details aren’t important. How he did it. Who found him. The 3 am phone call. But it was 18 years ago. It still hurts. You think you’ll always have someone, that they’re just a phone call away. That you’ll get to hear their weird take on that thing we’d always argue about. That you’ll get to hear his latest poem…
And you’ll always wonder if you could’ve done something to help them stay.
People don’t realize that they bring light to the world. That they’ll be missed. That there will be a hole in the world where they were. That they are loved more deeply and profoundly than they can know. The memory of them is a poor substitute for their presence.
Don’t go too soon. You will be missed.
Is it fair to latch the world onto people thinking like this? To chain them to suffering for years and years because any random person they interact with might be sad later?
It sucks that you feel pain from losing a friend, but does that pain outweigh the pain they were trying to escape from?
Anyone planning on doing this, please think of the CEO’s…
Killing myself 😇
I’d never do it, but… break all the stuff.
It only ever happens in these tiny stores with a bunch of ornaments and shit.
Shelves and shelves packed with knickknacks and other fragile whatnots where you risk toppling half the store if you turned around too fast…“Eat an entire loaf of raisin bread.”
raisins do be fire tho
trufe
Eating a firecracker, but then my family would have to deal with the aftermath.
It’s just subtracting by one, simple aftermath really
Leaving without a trace.
I’ve heard the trick is never looking back. The moment you get back in touch with your old life they can find you.
Take note OP. If you’re gonna do an exit scam you get everything in cash (somehow) and shed old technology and connections like a snake skin.
That, or joining some hardcore cult because the weight of responsibility is tiring and it’s so easy to delegate your will to some bullshit explanashition of how everything is and what everyone should be doing. Many flies can’t lie how eating shit is calming.
