So I'm fresh out of the hospital again. Just an overnight stay this time to make sure I got my thinking right and could "contract for safety" as they say these days. I'm in charge of my life, after all. Especially when it comes to thoughts about ending it.
I don't know why I was thinking about killing myself, exactly. But I was. Can't deny that. I was thinking about it in great detail, wondering about who would be the first to find me, and what they would find. What materials I would use and how I would go about it. How I could account for contingencies, like if I got halfway into it and changed my mind, how I could be sure that what I was doing was right. Like if I started to struggle to save my own life, could I anticipate such a struggle so that said struggle could be denied, unsuccessful?
This is not easy stuff to talk about. But it's not fun to think about either. This I know. I'm not recounting this now for sympathy or attention. I'm trying to understand it, too.
So I thought about suffocating myself with a plastic bag and duct tape. I'd get a couple plastic bags and wrap the duct tape around my neck nice and tight. Then I'd wrap my hands up in duct tape so that I couldn't claw at the plastic when I was struggling for air. Not sure I would have been successful, as it's hard to wrap your own hands up, but I did try to envision how I could do it successfully. This, of course, is dangerous. Getting this far into a suicide scenario can't be a good thing, unless you're really meaning to end your life.
I was confused. I think I believed that I was slipping into a situation that would land me back in the hospital and on various medications that would disrupt me and be another great struggle for me. This didn't happen, and for that I'm thankful. I knew that I didn't want to go through that again. I still know that I don't want to have to fight for my very sanity like that again. But that's what we do, every day of our life: fight for what we believe in. Fight for what is right. Fight for those that we love.
There's something about death that intrigues me. I am in awe of it. How does it work? How is life here one moment and not the next? Where does it go?
I will always wonder at these questions. Maybe someday I will know, but I don't need to kill myself just to try and find out.
I know that I have received very good care and help during this latest crisis. Thank you all that have assisted and counseled me. I have a great group of support. I am blessed and loved, it is clear. I hope I can always draw upon this knowledge and love to get me through the tough times.