@Vincent R , first off I really like what you have written here.
Of course people do it. They have to do it. We all have to do it, putting up with T 24/7 'cause we do NOT have any choice! Suicide is freaking hard. But I will get there; soon.
Precisely, T is a prison for me, and the worst possible prison I can conceive. My meaning of life, the most precious for me, is totally obliterated. Smashed to thousand pieces.
My head hurts 24/7, I can barely concentrate (it cost me a lot of effort to do so), the noise is so annoying, so extremely loud and reactive. Each day and night is hell. Consciousness equals purgatory.
Honestly, we wouldn't be having this conversation now, if I have had the right meds/poison. All I'm longing for is a moment of serenity. A moment were I can sort my thoughts, a moment of peace, a moment of solace, a moment of freedom. And all I get is this mind fuc* w/o a fuc*ing break.
Yes, I agree. For me it seems shattering T to pieces is the only way out, even if that means ending my very existence.
I survived this nightmare now for over two months with little hope that it might solve itself somehow. But it does not; (so far?). If I imagine vegetating like this for years.. gosh, please.. not. Everything but this.. I feel so braindead, my head hurts, it hurts so much.
Exactly, I cannot change my inner nature. I cannot pretend everything is okay when it is not. All my motivations need a moment of quiet. Being deprived of the one thing you loved the most is.. it doesn't make any sense anymore!
I suppose I should be looking for some suicidal boards. I might find there the answer to my problem.
I did all the research about T I possible could. And there is nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nothing but nothingness.
Funny, once upon a time a redhead did take my soul. Though, I got it back eventually only to lose it to fuc*ing T.
Then off with your head. Ending is better than mending, right?