
fillthevoid
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- Nov 15, 2021
- 87
So hard to make that final decision to die. It's not the pain. It's not the fear of what comes next. It's the finality if it. It's the full realisation and acceptance that I'll never be happy. Never be a mother. Never be successful in something. Never feel secure, with my own home and having control over my own life. Never feel good enough by my partner. Never see my mum and dad happy. Never get to walk out the other side thinking 'I made it. I did it.' I will be ending any chance of these things. Even if I know they're impossible anyway. Even so, death is closing the book on it 100%. It's silly, because I know once I'm dead I won't know any different anyway. But still, there is a grieving process before I kill myself, grieving the loss of what could never be, and now what will never be. I feel so defeated and sad. Several years ago, I kept going, because I thought there was a chance things could be ok. But nothing has changed. I feel more of a failure than ever. I have less hope than ever. In the past, I always told somebody when I was feeling low and wanted to kill myself. This made me wonder to myself how serious I was, and if I was subconsciously just attention seeking. Now feels different. I feel as though, any day or week now, I'll pick up the courage. And this time I won't want to be stopped. Because I have nothing left to fight with anymore.