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Trigger warning re: the thing past depression.
I couldn’t think of a title that wouldn’t be triggering, because even the word itself can echo into intrusive thoughts quite quickly. I want to talk about a difficult subject: suicide. PLEASE NOTE: I don’t want to harm myself. I do, however, have mild-to-extreme intrusive thoughts about it (which my psych agrees I can distinguish from non-intrusive suicidality). But off and on, and especially lately, my disorders (OCD-PO, ADHD-C, KLS) have affected my daily and long-term life to the point that I have more thoughts pushing me to beg and pray not to live. To have something happen to me in the dangerous city I live in. Stuff like that. (I don’t know the rules here enough to provide examples.) I could say so much more, but I fear the context might be endless. I feel that the harder I’ve worked on myself, and on life, and on what I’ve learned and been taught from experts and practitioners, the further away I’ve become from being a functional human being. I am depressed sometimes - but it’s now been determined to be a symptom, not a root cause. In my early to mid 20s my treatment focused almost entirely on it - and so I have skills to keep it at bay. But I feel like it really doesn’t change the reality: that I have exhausted my options and resources and that I will most likely be homeless unless I can find (or magically afford) more specialized treatment. My sleep disorder rules my life, and that’s mixed with ADHD to form a straight up oxidizer for the fuel that pushes my OCD. I have gone past anger, past frustration, past anxiety. I am now just afraid.