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.
Petting ducks at the park
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.
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.
Honestly? The forever nap; I already tried once this year and shit hasn’t been looking up since then.
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?
Trigger Warning: Attempts of ending my own life
spoiler
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.
