This is a Really Real Mental Health Post.
Trigger Warning: Talk of past suicidal thoughts
I’m thankful that I started writing my story like this, and I’m thankful that I share my journey on Facebook where every day it reminds me where I was a year ago.
A year ago I was on a very quick spiral downwards. I was in a very dark place and it wasn’t getting better.
I’ve been watching it happen, through my memories, day by day, since early March. Post after post about suicidal thoughts, holding on, trying to decide what treatment option was best.
I forgot about the fear though. I felt that the wrong move would certainty end in death. I felt like I had to choose the right direction because I wouldn’t have a second chance.
I forgot how deep and how dark it was. How much control it had.
The suicidal thoughts haven’t gone away. I get periods where they are less severe and I’m able to easily flick them into the background. Then there are periods when I thought they were still just as bad as they had been a year ago. However, reading the post today I realized that there isn’t as much fear as there was.
I’m able to see a future even while I want to die.
I’m able to see mutliple options and I don’t feel as trapped.
A year ago I wrote that during the worst of it, I couldn’t even see far enough forward to imagine someone finding me and worrying about what that would do to them. I couldn’t see past death.
Now, I’ve realized, even while I’m wanting to die and working out plans, I worry about what will happen when Wonder Woman finds me. What will happen if it doesn’t work. What will happen past the attempt.
I think about the future even while I’m thinking about the finality of death.
My therapist kept saying I was future oriented during my suicidal periods and I understood what she meant, but this makes me remember how much I wasn’t future oriented a year ago.
It makes me realize how far I’ve come.
And while my suicidal thoughts are still dangerous now, it makes me realize just how dangerous they were a year ago.
I can remember being there. I can still put myself in that place and feel that emptiness and that desire to just be gone. I remember the longing for wellness and the desire to stop fighting for it.
I remember how tired I was and also how driven.
I remember the terror of making the wrong choice.
Sometimes I think I’ve lost all of my progress when I spend a night fighting my own brain. I think these skills I’ve learned are useless and I’m not fighting hard enough or learning fast enough.
And then I see a post like this and realize how far I’ve come in the past year.
How even in the worst of the darkness, my growth shows.