I've basically reached a point where I think I am addicted to suicidal ideation. I frequently can't cope unless I think about suicide Honestly, I don't think there is any hope for me, but I just wanted to get my thoughts off my chest even if it's out there to a stranger. I'm on Wellbutrin 300mg but it has minimal effect. While I appreciate the inevitable comments of calling suicide hotlines, going to a counselor, etc, I really can't do that. I talk to my primary care doctor about having suicidal thoughts, but that's the best I can manage and I would never go into the detail I'm about to go into...
I'm basically a piece of crap. I pulled a bait and switch on my poor husband and have gained a ton of weight since we've been together. I was eating about one modest meal a day to avoid weight gain when we first met. I had been doing so for a year and a half since a break-up with my ex-fiance who stopped having sex with me because he was no longer attracted to me due to my disgusting fat. I gradually fell into a regular 3-meals-a-day plan with my now husband, but I have the most ridiculously efficient fat storage system so weight gain was inevitable. I am no longer the same woman he fell in love with. He still loves me, but I know I am a burden. I'm lazy, my joints hurt, and I have no motivation, so I don't exercise. I don't even keep a clean house anymore. You know how fat people are unfairly stereotyped as being slobs and lazy? Well, I have earned that stereotype. I do work a full time job that I used to love, but now I just go through the motions without passion.
When I step on the scale after trying to lose weight for a week and realize I've gained, I step into my walk-in closet and put my 9mm against my temple or my neck. The cold metal against my skin calms me down like nothing else. When my husband randomly stares off into the distance in public and I realize it's because he's transfixed on a thin woman, I think about my 12 gauge shotgun at home and how I could do him the greatest favor and blow my fat ugly head right off of my body.
Something about knowing I can end my pain whenever I want helps me to carry on. In fact, I close my eyes and a smile usually spreads across my face when I'm thinking about suicide. My physician who writes my Wellbutrin rx knows I have suicidal thoughts and has asked me to keep my guns in the safe, but sometimes I can't function if I don't put a barrel against my face or chest for a few minutes. I've tried cutting on my stomach a couple of times because I know that some people find relief via cutting, but it seems juvenile and wasn't helpful for me.

