Y’know I’ve always wanted to confess deep and dark s*** about myself but never knew anyone I could really trust, then I found this site and, well, here I go.

I’m filled with horrible guilt about this box I have labeled as my final option. I take antidepressants amongst other things for anxiety and extreme paranoia. Well, occasionally I find myself skipping a days worth of dose. I started collecting my skipped doses into this tiny cardboard box and it’s kinda relieving in a way to have an option such as this. I feel guilty as f*** for having it and often considering overdosing with it, but at the same time I feel kinda comforted that I have a bit more control over my death.

Used to be horribly suicidal, now the thought crosses my mind maybe once a week without even actually considering it. Sure, I think about death constantly, but don’t really wanna go through with it anymore. Yet I still keep the box and continue to fill it up.

The f*** is wrong with me?