I just keep getting more and more depressed every time I get into a depressive state and I'm becoming concerned about my ability to continue resisting the suicidal impulses that come. I feel like a monolith at the edge of the sea, feeling the waves eroding my base, knowing someday I won't be able to resist the waves anymore. They'll take just enough more and I'll topple.
So this was a while back, and I know it's shitty to drag up old in-the-moment posts, but I just wanted you to realize something that's helped me out a few times. I'll probably freak the hell out of a number of people by saying it, but ah well.
You know where the gun is. You know how it works, and you're physically capable of operating it if needs be. There is a way out, and it's within your grasp.
I want you to think about that for a bit. There is always a way out. No matter how shitty, how run-down, how completely fucked up life gets, there will always be a way out. You will never be trapped, you will never be powerless, because you know where that door is and how to open it. It's a heavy door, and there's no coming back inside from it, but you know where it is and you know how to open it. You've even reminded yourself of it a few times, with the barrel against your head and finger near the trigger, to remember that there is always a way out.
The fact that you're still here means you haven't needed it yet. That's probably not a huge comfort, but it should at least be worth noting. Every day that passes is a day you
had a way out and
didn't need to use it. It is entirely within your power, and it is entirely your choice. You will never be trapped.
In other news, meds really do help. Well, so long as they're the right meds, of course... Might need to try out a few different types before finding the one that works for you, but they really make the bottom a lot shallower. Your dick will probably yell at you, but it does that anyways so fuck it.