Sleeper System
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- May 5, 2022
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I remember growing up I use to hear stories about people not only committing suicide but actually murdering their own loved ones before finally ending themselves. I use to think wow that is so cruel and unessessary. What a bad evil person.
You ask me now how I feel about that now and I would tell you that all I see is the understanding of life, the double edged sword of love, and the self accountability and mercy of the connections you've created. A little bit of selfishness aswell. But not evil. No longer evil.
Imagine living every day in this cycle of depression but trying to power through it for the sake of your family.
Then one day you break completely and decide you have to end your own life to escape the pain.
You analyze your life and see that your passing will mean a traumatic and difficult time for your wife, kids, friends, secondary family, etc.
In that moment, you think to show love and mercy the only way you know how. Taking them with you.
The thought of putting them through the your own death and having to deal with the aftermath becomes too much to bare.
You try to make it quick and painless. You comfort them in their final moments. You might even see no need for that I just take them one by one fast and emotionless so you don't feel the burden of your own actions in that moment. They don't understand and they're scared but you know what existence is and maybe you don't even have the heart to tell them. Regardless, they are gone. They are free.
And now it's time for you to be free too. So you end your own life.
It's so sad. It's so painful. It's selfish. It's selfless. It's irrational. It's love. It's everything and nothing. I can't judge it. Not anymore.
You ask me now how I feel about that now and I would tell you that all I see is the understanding of life, the double edged sword of love, and the self accountability and mercy of the connections you've created. A little bit of selfishness aswell. But not evil. No longer evil.
Imagine living every day in this cycle of depression but trying to power through it for the sake of your family.
Then one day you break completely and decide you have to end your own life to escape the pain.
You analyze your life and see that your passing will mean a traumatic and difficult time for your wife, kids, friends, secondary family, etc.
In that moment, you think to show love and mercy the only way you know how. Taking them with you.
The thought of putting them through the your own death and having to deal with the aftermath becomes too much to bare.
You try to make it quick and painless. You comfort them in their final moments. You might even see no need for that I just take them one by one fast and emotionless so you don't feel the burden of your own actions in that moment. They don't understand and they're scared but you know what existence is and maybe you don't even have the heart to tell them. Regardless, they are gone. They are free.
And now it's time for you to be free too. So you end your own life.
It's so sad. It's so painful. It's selfish. It's selfless. It's irrational. It's love. It's everything and nothing. I can't judge it. Not anymore.
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