Last year, I had 2 OD attempts. Couldn’t do a third because my mom found out and hid my pills, but this ain’t this post’s focus.
Waking up after a failed suicide attempt has a… eerie feeling. I can’t really describe it, but you feel weird after it.
Just wanted to share a thought.

A mix of 1, 4, “fuck, I’m still here”, 6, and 8.
Interesting, thanks. But damn, I’m sorry life has let you down so completely.
I don’t expect you to believe me, but not all places and times are shitty. Some are pretty good even. If you can get enough distance between yourself and your current situation, you might find better options than ending it all.
Of course, if your own body is the main source of misery, that’s pretty hard to escape so that’s awful and I understand.
Well, my body is ONE of the issues. My family isn’t also the best one, and I’m still - 18, so moving is NOT a option. People can also be jerks most of times.
I didn’t expect anyone your age was on Lemmy. Glad to be wrong on that.
So there’s a bit to unpack in what you said.