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I have said “I am not safe” This is me asking for help. This is me on the brink of a place I do not want to go. When I say that “I am not safe” I am making MC aware that the thoughts in my head are ones that suggest that it is time to end my life. This is always a taboo subject and one that is often skimmed over and makes people uncomfortable. Most of the time it is lack of understanding that causes peoples skin to crawl. My skin crawls too. I am asking for help I am trying to save my life. My safety is compromised, and I don’t want it to be. I don’t want today to be my last day. I don’t want to give in. I keep fighting but, in these moments, I don’t know if I can control the urge if it comes to it. If I put my hands down and let the demon win I will not have a chance for regret, I will not get back up. It will have won.
My mum asked me, and it is fair for her to ask, is it ‘’I want to kill myself’’ or have “I just had enough?’’ I answered ‘’both’’. It is more a combination that I have had enough of the talk in my head, the over and over of thoughts, the loathing I have for my existence, to kill myself would relieve me of my pain and I wouldn’t have to fight back, it would be a relief.
I know the aftermath of these actions and the destruction it does to those left behind. I DON’T WANT TO DO IT! I want to be around for all the great achievements of my children. I want to see their families be a grandparent, I want to grow old, have grey hair.
I am not safe is my cry for help. I know I can’t be rescued but there are ways to intervene, but I need help to do this.
What is not understood is that my thoughts are that life for others will be better without me. And I think of the ways that I can do it. The ways that I could be swift. The way that I could do it right now. What are the options I have on hand within reach? What happens if it happens? What if that little fighter in my head that is holding it off pushing back. What if it lets go. I can’t promise it won’t happen. I can’t say NO I won’t go through with it. I can’t say that. I don’t think I can save myself from me.
I am not safe. I don’t know how long it is for. I don’t know how long I have been sliding for. All I know right now is; yesterday I fought and today I am fighting but tomorrow may never come for me.
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