Living with me is quite difficult since I am suicidal a lot. One of the biggest hells of depression for me is that I have been through more than enough therapy

Living with me is quite difficult since I am suicidal a lot. One of the biggest hells of depression for me is that I have been through more than enough therapy that I can "view myself" from the outside. I can rerun conversations in my head that I have had many times in therapy that are meant to enlighten me and show me that my reasoning and thoughts are abnormal and even what it should be instead. The hell is that I can establish this from an "objective" observer but I cannot change how I am. I cannot stop what goes inside my head. If I could, I would have done so a long f.. time ago. It all works out to torture me even more. My recommendations for people I interact with: 1. Dont give me advice on how to get better. Whatever you want to say, I have heard it a million times. If you were to produce a novel idea it wont help. (99,999999% sure). 2. Dont tell me to [grow up, get over myself, change my attitude, go for a walk,... etc] You are completely right in what you are saying. I know this. But like I said the hell is not being able to act o it. 3. Dont be condescending. I am not a 5 year old child I am not mentally retarded. Speaking slow or loud wont help. under all the layers my brain is still firing, dont presume I am a moron. {This actually happens a lot] 4. Dont ask if I want to talk about it. I dont. Because I know it does not make any rational sense. Thus confirming it is not and feeling judged by it. However, sometimes I really need to talk, rant, curse, So if you can take it, let me talk when I need to about it. Most people cannot take it. (Not their fault in any way) 5. Utterly loud music. For me something extremely aggressive. Headphones do not work. As Lemmy sings: --Only way to feel the noise is when it's good and loud --On your feet you feel the beat, it goes straight to your spine I have to be able to really feel it. I have the ability to do so. It is one of the few things that quiets down my brain a bit. Aligns it. However, I know my neighbors, people across the street, people above and below, do not at all feel the same way. So even though it helps, I cannot do that. Another f... me. I wish I lived in the woods, or I could afford to soundproof my living room. Given cheap apartment construction, I am not sure if it is possible, if it is, it would take up so much space that there is nothing left. All I need is to build a room inside my room and suspend it somehow and ensure that there is a layer of absolute vacuum encompassing it. Easy. 6. Sometimes I get locked in and I cannot make a decision one something. A subtle iteration of non-horrible possibilities is helpful when done right but it is asking a lot from another human being. I am hungry, but I dont know what to eat. Everything is bleak anyways and everything sucks. Then a few minutes out, I am hungry (rinse and repeat). I can get stuck in this for hours inside my head. Having someone who knows me go over some non-horrible ideas and helping me think they are plausible helps me. (but taxing for whoever does it). 7. When something eventually brings about the need for suicide as an imminent and positive idea. It is hell for everyone and its nearly impossible to handle. I mean I can again understand it. Seeing someone you care about potentially killing themselves in a couple of minutes puts a stress on anyone. "Dont do it, I love you, dont . " I dont have any general advice for it. I have pushed away the people in my life. I live alone. There is no one I can call, except the ambulance. See it has lasted for years. Decades. People get fed up, tired, and move on, as they should. Staying, esp over time is insane and not something you can ask of another human. I have dogs. Rescue dogs. They are the only reason I am still on the Internet. They impose a structure in my life. They need walks, they need food, they need .. etc. I still manage to think that they have a decent life with me. I dont have anyone who could take them where I knew they would have a better life. They never bullshit me. They dont get angry at my bullshit. They always appreciate interactions and can cuddle for hours.