katyhere
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- Jan 23, 2020
- 44
I feel very weird.
Part of me feels at peace with my decision, bored even. Part of me feels doubtful because of this peace, like I might lack the courage to do it because the idea of ending it all makes all the other stuff not important and therefore not so bad. But I realize that if I decide to continue to live, all the bad stuff will be bad again and it´s gonna be a never ending cycle. The only way out is out. What helps is my belief that perhaps I will have another life after this, one that is better. Wouldn´t it be great to be able to go from life to life untill we find one that we want to stay in. I feel a bit sedated, I can´t think clearly and I am certainly not feeling anything. I know I do this (not aware) thing where I put myself in a bubble so I pass time but there are no worries. I should pop it but the thing is I can be aware of my bubble but at the same time I am unable to pop it. Make it explode. I want to gather my thoughts before I actually decide on anything but it's hard. All day I have been going over and over and over it in my head/ how I will CTB.
Reasons to keep on living:
- Dreams. I always dream about the future, about the person I will be and how I will improve myself and my life. How I will chase my dreams and do something completely against the tides. I'll imagine myself laying in a field of flowers, looking at the sky and feeling at home. Maybe I can make things real after all?
- Love. The feeling of love is amazing. I might find love, a person, someone. It will make up for all the bad things.
- There is still places I want to go.
- I might be a bit scared of dying. It's just not something I am familiar with and I don't like doing things I have no experience in.
Reason to not keep on living:
- Shattered dreams. I never reach my goals, I always shatter my dreams and I have tried so many times to change myself but it never actually works out. My dreams and sparks of hope are all completely irrational.
- Life is boring. Even if you manage to make the best of life, it'll be boring. There is no way you can have fun all the time, you can only live a life you enjoy and have fun at times. But it's so average. What I also mean with this is that there is no higher goal or nothing. We live, we build our own reality, we die. If I'd like the society and era we are living in I would be okay with this, but I am not. I don't belong here, never have. So why whould I go along with it and pretend to believe in the lie when I don't even like to live this lie and in this made-up world.
- The bad outnumbers the good. I either feel depressed and terrible or I feel neutral. Barely ever do I feel really good. When the bad aboslutely outnumbers the good it makes no sense to keep on going.
- Being gone is gone. No more worries when I am gone. I overthink everything all day everyday, at night too. OI care so much about what other people think despite rationally knowing it makes no sense. I can worry now about why I maybe shouldn't ctb but when I am gone it doens't matter because I'll be death and unaware of it.
- Exhausted. I am exhausted. It's like I have been in a loop for years now. I will feel numb and nothing, I exist but I don't live, I have literally no idea where the days go. Then I will feel really sad, it will physically hurt and I don't even know where it's coming from. And then maybe I will have a good 2, on occasion 3, weeks where I have hope again. Then it comes rushing down (it always does) and I am in this loop again. And it's exhausting. I am just so damn tired. Having to drag on, pick myself up again, prepare for the fall.
- So unhappy with who I am. I know appearance isn't everything but I don't like who I am either nor what has become of my life.
- Social anxiety. It's impossible for me to not be aware of other people and not be worried about what other people think of me. It holds me back and I feel anxious all the time.
- Lack of meaning
Something I wrote on the subject some time ago and how I still feel about it:
"I think about dying a lot. All the time, honestly. If you ask me; I don't belong here. Never have and never will. Every day I am falling deeper into this hole, wasting more time and letting my life become more and more meaningless. It's giving me anxiety. I have to leave before there is nothing left, no one to grieve and nowhere to be burried. If I think about it nothing sparks my mind. What am I doing with my life? Why would it have meaning? Who are my friends? What is the point. The loneliness is killing me and I sabotage myself too much to be able to work on it. Hating myself, every inch of it. Appearance isn't everything but I hate what has become of me too. There is no good in me, trust me. The whole thing (life) just feels like a mess. And honestly I don't even want to repair it no more. I don't know what I am waiting around for. Probably shouldn't. But to go so alone, so cold, unloved. It's holding me back and terrifies me. For one more time I would like to feel loved, the one that you can feel in every part of your body. But then again, it's not going to happen. Life wasn't made for me and nothing good will come. This I know, rationally. Promised."
Part of me feels at peace with my decision, bored even. Part of me feels doubtful because of this peace, like I might lack the courage to do it because the idea of ending it all makes all the other stuff not important and therefore not so bad. But I realize that if I decide to continue to live, all the bad stuff will be bad again and it´s gonna be a never ending cycle. The only way out is out. What helps is my belief that perhaps I will have another life after this, one that is better. Wouldn´t it be great to be able to go from life to life untill we find one that we want to stay in. I feel a bit sedated, I can´t think clearly and I am certainly not feeling anything. I know I do this (not aware) thing where I put myself in a bubble so I pass time but there are no worries. I should pop it but the thing is I can be aware of my bubble but at the same time I am unable to pop it. Make it explode. I want to gather my thoughts before I actually decide on anything but it's hard. All day I have been going over and over and over it in my head/ how I will CTB.
Reasons to keep on living:
- Dreams. I always dream about the future, about the person I will be and how I will improve myself and my life. How I will chase my dreams and do something completely against the tides. I'll imagine myself laying in a field of flowers, looking at the sky and feeling at home. Maybe I can make things real after all?
- Love. The feeling of love is amazing. I might find love, a person, someone. It will make up for all the bad things.
- There is still places I want to go.
- I might be a bit scared of dying. It's just not something I am familiar with and I don't like doing things I have no experience in.
Reason to not keep on living:
- Shattered dreams. I never reach my goals, I always shatter my dreams and I have tried so many times to change myself but it never actually works out. My dreams and sparks of hope are all completely irrational.
- Life is boring. Even if you manage to make the best of life, it'll be boring. There is no way you can have fun all the time, you can only live a life you enjoy and have fun at times. But it's so average. What I also mean with this is that there is no higher goal or nothing. We live, we build our own reality, we die. If I'd like the society and era we are living in I would be okay with this, but I am not. I don't belong here, never have. So why whould I go along with it and pretend to believe in the lie when I don't even like to live this lie and in this made-up world.
- The bad outnumbers the good. I either feel depressed and terrible or I feel neutral. Barely ever do I feel really good. When the bad aboslutely outnumbers the good it makes no sense to keep on going.
- Being gone is gone. No more worries when I am gone. I overthink everything all day everyday, at night too. OI care so much about what other people think despite rationally knowing it makes no sense. I can worry now about why I maybe shouldn't ctb but when I am gone it doens't matter because I'll be death and unaware of it.
- Exhausted. I am exhausted. It's like I have been in a loop for years now. I will feel numb and nothing, I exist but I don't live, I have literally no idea where the days go. Then I will feel really sad, it will physically hurt and I don't even know where it's coming from. And then maybe I will have a good 2, on occasion 3, weeks where I have hope again. Then it comes rushing down (it always does) and I am in this loop again. And it's exhausting. I am just so damn tired. Having to drag on, pick myself up again, prepare for the fall.
- So unhappy with who I am. I know appearance isn't everything but I don't like who I am either nor what has become of my life.
- Social anxiety. It's impossible for me to not be aware of other people and not be worried about what other people think of me. It holds me back and I feel anxious all the time.
- Lack of meaning
Something I wrote on the subject some time ago and how I still feel about it:
"I think about dying a lot. All the time, honestly. If you ask me; I don't belong here. Never have and never will. Every day I am falling deeper into this hole, wasting more time and letting my life become more and more meaningless. It's giving me anxiety. I have to leave before there is nothing left, no one to grieve and nowhere to be burried. If I think about it nothing sparks my mind. What am I doing with my life? Why would it have meaning? Who are my friends? What is the point. The loneliness is killing me and I sabotage myself too much to be able to work on it. Hating myself, every inch of it. Appearance isn't everything but I hate what has become of me too. There is no good in me, trust me. The whole thing (life) just feels like a mess. And honestly I don't even want to repair it no more. I don't know what I am waiting around for. Probably shouldn't. But to go so alone, so cold, unloved. It's holding me back and terrifies me. For one more time I would like to feel loved, the one that you can feel in every part of your body. But then again, it's not going to happen. Life wasn't made for me and nothing good will come. This I know, rationally. Promised."
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