My girlfriend died from covid in february and that is whats driving me to this. She was 28 years old.
Ive been passively suicidal for years and was actively suicidal back in December 2017-january 2018. I had a plan and method, my date was March 23, 2018.
She got diagnosed with Lymphoma in February 2018 and it went away, just like that. She needed me here and throughout the course of her treatment I found the will and want to live again. I watched someone fight so hard to live and it showed me that its worth it. She had so many ups and downs, so many failed treatments and by the end of it she was stage 4. She was on her last option and it worked! Complete remission in October 2019. 1 year and 8 months of hell and she beat it. She got back on her feet over the course of the pandemic and even got back to work. She struggled but never gave up, and got back to a semblance of her life before cancer.
We got sick in December 2020, I got better quick but she kept getting worse. She was in the hospital 7 weeks, only made it 5 days on the ventilator before she died. It was fucking brutal to watch.
She was the sweetest person and without going into too much detail, had a hard life even before cancer. She got through all that and never let it change her.
To watch her struggle with and eventually beat cancer and get back on her feet, to overcome so much in her short life, only to get sick with this stupid virus and die a long slow death, alone, only reinforces what ive always thought: life is fucking pointless and no matter how good you are or how hard you try, you get fucked in the end. So I'm done.