This is going to be a messy post. I’m struggling tonight. So I’m trying to cope with words. Trying to vent out the pain.
i’m giving up on capitals, and most of the required punctuation too – who needs capital letters anyway? not me.
i have been in and out of hospital more in the past three weeks than i have in the other twenty years of my life. in and out of the ambulance. in and out of the arms of paramedics. in and out of restraints and the comatose state of sedation that i find myself in, as i crawl across the floor searching for knives and bang my body into the ground repeatedly, as if that will stop them grabbing me.
why does it always end up like this. why am i always seeking death when i should be celebrating my twenties, celebrating life, enjoying my studies and my friendships and all the dumb shit that twenty year olds do, like party and drink and act recklessly.
all i want to do is jump off my balcony. but i dont think it’s high enough to cause serious damage. it would probably just hurt. three floors to fall doesn’t seem like enough.
fuck. i am one useless, worthless, hopeless piece of shit. i’m pathetic. i can’t even kill myself properly. not with codeine, not with alcohol – not with the poisons that are supposed to do the job. and why do people keep insisting on saving me. I DONT WANT TO BE SAVED/
I NEED A PERMANENT SOLUTION.
if i had a gun, i would have been dead years ago. what can i use that will be more permanent? swing off my ceiling fan? stab myself repeatedly? slice an artery? drink ethanol? or turps? or methylated spirits? or down a bottle of bleach? i have the sickest fantasies – of being so non-compliant that i find myself restrained face down for just a little too long, just long enough for my body to stop working. or of walking into the traffic of the busy highway in the dark, and being crushed beneath the wheels. or maybe i need to jump from the top of the wall at the rock climbing centre, head first so i compress my spine, except the mats might save me, and we wouldn’t want that (i don’t deserve saving)
what. will. work.
you expected something pleasant and hopeful didn’t you? you came to this blog expecting my usual eloquence, the normal banter. well no. fuck that rosie. tonight’s rosie wants to die. tonight’s rosie sees death as her only option and she is so ready to be dragged away in a body bag.
poison, knife, balcony. the trifecta. drink drink drink. stab stab stab. and then fall, down down down all three storeys. cross my fingers and hope for the best.
but i’m a useless piece of shit, so all i’ll be left with is a dissociative mess to clean up. i’m all words, no action, so no wonder nobody ever takes me seriously. just kill me. ffs, just fucking kill me.
That’s ridiculous! Did they say why they felt like it was inappropriate? I mean, I’m no doctor but to me it sounds very appropriate. It is clear you need some extra support right now. Keep fighting for yourself- you deserve it.
Good luck on your exam by the way!
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oh rosie. my heart aches.
are you safe?
do you have a suicide safety plan?
im so sorry thing are so rough for you right now 😦
keep us updated. xoxox
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not really, and yes… ugh, i’m practically begging for an extended admission at this point and my doctor and psych decided together that that wouldn’t be appropriate for me rn?! like when will it be appropriate? when i’m dead? fuck. so done. so so done.
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fuck me, S. fuck me.
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❤️
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