Wildsages
Member
- Oct 18, 2019
- 19
I was not one of those people who has spent a lot of time simply thinking about death, or imagining her own death, or wanting it. At least I don't think i was. But so much shit has happened in the last few years of my life that I am questioning whether I even have a life, or if what I thought was my life is actually an illusion, or maybe a delusion. Because it doesn't seem like living to me. It seems like persevering, like that's the most I can hope for. I'm not that old, but I'm already so tired. Even getting out of bed each morning seems like an enormous chore. Life seems to be about endurance, not enjoyment, not fulfillment. I don't see the point. If someone told me I could go back and undo my birth, I think I might. I really do.
Is that the same thing as wanting to die?
I just keep simply thinking about my family, not so much my parents as the rest of them, along with my friends. What would it do to them? Wreck them to pieces?
What if I escape the pain of this life only to land somewhere worse? When I imagine death; it's liberation, a release from pain.
The last year a lot of big or little things rooted from my mother and my peers.
Today I even played hookie and ended up getting a huge shove, not big enough to decide whether today is my day, or tomorrow, but it was apart of it. I lost the one family I thought I had, the one keeping me sane.
Is that the same thing as wanting to die?
I just keep simply thinking about my family, not so much my parents as the rest of them, along with my friends. What would it do to them? Wreck them to pieces?
What if I escape the pain of this life only to land somewhere worse? When I imagine death; it's liberation, a release from pain.
The last year a lot of big or little things rooted from my mother and my peers.
Today I even played hookie and ended up getting a huge shove, not big enough to decide whether today is my day, or tomorrow, but it was apart of it. I lost the one family I thought I had, the one keeping me sane.