- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Evening/Late Night (MST)
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- High fantasy, modern fantasy, gaslamp fantasy, Anything Fantasy, dark comedy, supernatural, paranormal, psychological, essentially everything except slice-of-life and historical.
]I've reached a point where I am just obsessively thinking about dying and I'm terrified. But I can't talk to anyone about it. If I tell my mom or friends they'll cry or try to send me to the hospital again. I don't want either of those things. My therapist is on mat leave until the spring. I do not have the energy to start over with another one.
I don't do anything. I just work (and I do poorly at work...) and go home and crawl into bed. When I'm not sleeping or working I'm just sitting here thinking 'it would be better if I was dead, it would be better if I was dead, I just want to die.'
But I don't! I don't want to die! I'm terrified of death! So why is this happening again?
I'm overwhelmed, I hurt so much. My brain is broken. I feel detached and isolated from everyone, even my friends, despite the fact that I know that they love and care for me. But this worm in my brain tells me everyone hates me, I'm a bad friend, I have no redeeming qualities. People just humour me. I don't want to live like this, but I don't want to die.
I don't do anything. I just work (and I do poorly at work...) and go home and crawl into bed. When I'm not sleeping or working I'm just sitting here thinking 'it would be better if I was dead, it would be better if I was dead, I just want to die.'
But I don't! I don't want to die! I'm terrified of death! So why is this happening again?
I'm overwhelmed, I hurt so much. My brain is broken. I feel detached and isolated from everyone, even my friends, despite the fact that I know that they love and care for me. But this worm in my brain tells me everyone hates me, I'm a bad friend, I have no redeeming qualities. People just humour me. I don't want to live like this, but I don't want to die.