I'm not looking for attention or sympathy or anything, but I feel I need to put this down somewhere as a way to publicly acknowledge it for myself, even if no one really pays attention.
I've had some vague suicidal thoughts for years, more so after life got worse and I moved to a 7th floor apartment with a balcony I could jump off of, but I've always said I'm not gonna do it, because I don't wanna hurt my kid.
After some conflict in the last couple days, I've been pretty down and last night I couldn't sleep, and at some point I had the strong urge to do it.
A little over a week ago, I took a wrong step crossing the street and sprained my ankle something nasty. Swelling is down now but it still hurts.
So last night I get that urge, and I try to quickly get out of the bed, and in doing so, I put force onto the bad foot and it hurt like a motherfucker, maybe more than when the accident happened. That impeded me from impulsively getting up and going to the balcony.
Who knows if I'd actually done it otherwise. I'd probably calmed down before I even reached the balcony.
But I felt the urge, and it was strong and very real.
If any of you my lads are getting those feelings, those kind of impulses, get yourself some help.
Or perform a preventative ankle sprain, I don't know.