I have decided to die. I havenāt told anyone I know bc I donāt want to end up in a mental facility. First I have to clarify, I am in my mid 50ās. Iām not a teen or young adult. Iāve lived. I have fulfilled my āpotentialā. I canāt say that I donāt have ANY mental health issues (who doesnāt), but I am not mentally ill. I was abducted and sexually assaulted walking to school when I was 9 years old. My family ignored that it happened. I am the unfavored child of my mother bc she hates my father (he deserves it) and I think she just didnāt want to deal with it. She had her own problems. She was bitter, resentful, lacked empathy and was emotionally and physically abusive, particularly to me. So, I know Iām a little fucked up. But was she the worst of the worstā¦no. I did some minor self harm, would pray to die in my sleep, that sort of thing in my teens. Nothing too serious. Just perpetually scared and sad, zero self esteem. But not seriously effed up. But then I had my first child at 19 yrs old. She became my reason for everythingā¦to get educated, to get a career, and most importantly to live. There was no way in hell I wanted her to end up with my mother. At 30 YO, I married and had a son a year laterā¦a beautiful son. The marriage failed and he left the picture ( I canāt even begin to know what a good man looks like), but I had two beautiful children that I sank every dream, hope, opportunity, and dime into. I became nothing except for them. My daughter went off to collegeā¦started saying she was raised āpoorā (I would say middle middle class) and body shamed me. I am fat. I ate my emotions instead of getting drunk or high or hitting my kids. She went on to NYC and Chicago, became very successful and gradually she just included me less and less in her lifeā¦until there was almost nothing. When I have felt someone didnāt want me around anymore, I have always just quietly went away, so I didnāt bother her. She was always ābusyā if I called. Since my kids are 13 yrs apart, I had my son to sink my efforts into, which I did and raised him with the same fervor to dream big and become someone like I had with my daughter. Then in 2017, I was hit head on by a texting driver picking my son up from practice. My neck was broken and I had spinal injuries. I was left disabled. I lost my career. I struggle to walk and have nerve damage that I take medication for, but still experience a lot of daily pain. The idea that people get rich from car insurance, in Michigan at least, is a myth. I was awarded a one time payment of less than what I made per year in my job. I now live on 1/4 of what my income had been. After seeing my condition, my daughter made it clear to me not to count on her for any help I might need. She is brutally honest about her opinions and has never been nurturing. Iām happy she feeds her cat. Much of the idea of ācaringā for me physically and financially as I age and worsen had fallen to my son who is now in college. In the midst of all this, in a long story I will cut short, I discovered my daughter was using illegal drugs. Yes, I read her the riot act. I asked the extended family to follow traditional intervention rules. My daughter began a smear campaign against me, telling anyone who would listen that I had been a terrible mother to her in her childhood. My mother was definitely listening and finally got her wish to have my daughter all to herself. Through their continuing campaign, I was made the bad guy in the story and now have no contact with my daughter or any of my extended family. They now have somehow bonded over having me as a common villain. All I had left was my son. I get it. That sucks for him. For over 4 years that has sucked for him. Recently, after the break up of his long term relationship, I received backlash from him. He has now made it clear that he feels I expect him to provide for me in the future and he doesnāt want that pressure. I donāt, but GD, thatās hard to hear. Hurt and angry, we argued. I havenāt heard from him now for almost two months. He knew this would leave me with no one. But heās right. He doesnāt deserve the burden of me. Heās still a college kid. I put everything into my children, work and kids, thatās it, so made no real friends over the years. Iām now completely alone. I go for weeks on end with no human contact except for a neighbor who calls me about once a month to āsee if Iām alive in there.ā Bless her, bc I really feel like one day I wonāt be. I look into the future and it is so fing bleak. Who wants an obese cripple like an albatross around their neck? I fall in my house often and Iāll end up in a facility before long when I break something. Neither of my kids want me, thatās been made clear. I see all these other moms who have kids that love them so much, I donāt understand. IDK, maybe I WAS a bad mom??? Fat, alone, crippled, in pain, and brokeā¦thatās my future. I have a therapist, but she misses our call appointments all the time. I canāt even PAY someone to listen to my bullshit, lol. So Iām here. I tried doing it a couple weeks ago, but I had the science of the plan wrong. I woke up 6 hours later, disappointed and sick for 4 days. I have since been very pragmatic in researching all my options. I donāt want pain or blood or a comaā¦I just want to fall deadly to sleep listening to my favorite band. Iāve gone over several options, success rates, survival side effects, etc. I think I have settled on a pretty foolproof plan. No one checks on me regularly so I will be long gone before anyone notices. It also takes my pets with me since I donāt want them to end up in shelters. Thatās good. Iāve written my letter, and my after death wishes and instructions. No funeral necessary. I know people say suicide hurts the people who are left behind, but Iām being very honest, this is not self pity, nobody will miss me that much. I am not a daily thought to anybody. It will hurt some for a little while, but eventually it really wonāt be any different for them than it is now. Plus, Iām worth more to my kids dead than alive. They will get my settlement money instead of it being wasted on me. My son can live his life with no weight on his young shoulders. Iām severely diabetic, obese, in pain every day, on medication that will eventually kill my liver and gives me ulcers, and canāt adequately care for myselfā¦genetically, I also potentially have breast cancer or Alzheimerās to look forward to. I am headed there anyhow. I feel like I am just taking a shorter, easier route to the same end. I donāt know when exactly yet, but I feel like pretty soon. I donāt know why I felt like I had to tell someone, but I did. Maybe it makes it real and tangible, like a promise. Please donāt think this is a cry for help or attention seeking. Donāt send me the 800 # (Iāve seen it hundreds of times in my research) Donāt send me prayers. Iām Catholic. I know the ārulesā, but theyāre bullshit. Donāt send me any self help or āthings will get betterā BS. They wonāt. I feel like I am being very practical, considerate, and realistic. I donāt feel like I am doing anything wrong. I literally feel like it will be a relief to everyone. I just want my out sooner rather than later.
Simran @st1199
Hey!
You clearly know about everything and how you want things to happen.
And, since you mentioned in the last paragraph that you donāt want what we try to do to make it better, I donāt know what I should say that will make any changes to your thought.
If I am being completely honest, there is much more pain in life than happiness and sometimes it getās so piled up that we are not in a position to think or do anything.
I just hope something happens and changes the whole dynamic. As itās said if you wish something from the heart, it does get fulfilled. I am wishing the same.
And, please come here and talk to us whenever you feel like. šš