wondering&wandering
Too often I think about the nature of thinking...
- Jan 12, 2024
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I've thought about ctb for a little over a decade now. Sometimes in the furthest depths of my mind, while other times at the center of my waking thoughts. Regardless, always there.
And perhaps there was a certain comfort in knowing that if I ever wanted to escape the pain of life I could just ctb. I could just jump off a building; there's lots all over the place. Or perhaps off the bridge upon the freeway below. Just a simple fall—a lean into gravity's face.
But more and more I've thought about it. And in doing so I'm realizing how unlikely I am to actually do it. If I jumped off that bridge onto the freeway below, I would certainly cause a wreck, and my death might not be all that guaranteed. And all of a sudden, those buildings don't seem tall enough. And my will not strong enough.
I'm scared to realize I don't have the strength to break down death's door—a door locked up by society and not easily broken down as I am beginning to realize as I press my shoulder against it.
How stupid it must sound for me to speak of how I don't have the will to live nor enough will to die.
Of course, living isn't always so bad, but when it's bad it's bad. And right now I'm drowning in my own emotions.
It's pathetic; I know. It's stupid; I know. I just want attention; I know. But I didn't know I can't ctb right now. I didn't know I'd suck at dying as much as I suck at living.
And perhaps there was a certain comfort in knowing that if I ever wanted to escape the pain of life I could just ctb. I could just jump off a building; there's lots all over the place. Or perhaps off the bridge upon the freeway below. Just a simple fall—a lean into gravity's face.
But more and more I've thought about it. And in doing so I'm realizing how unlikely I am to actually do it. If I jumped off that bridge onto the freeway below, I would certainly cause a wreck, and my death might not be all that guaranteed. And all of a sudden, those buildings don't seem tall enough. And my will not strong enough.
I'm scared to realize I don't have the strength to break down death's door—a door locked up by society and not easily broken down as I am beginning to realize as I press my shoulder against it.
How stupid it must sound for me to speak of how I don't have the will to live nor enough will to die.
Of course, living isn't always so bad, but when it's bad it's bad. And right now I'm drowning in my own emotions.
It's pathetic; I know. It's stupid; I know. I just want attention; I know. But I didn't know I can't ctb right now. I didn't know I'd suck at dying as much as I suck at living.