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- Jul 28, 2023
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Oh, how I wish it were something like thisAll the research I've done on the "death" experience, tells me your real, authentic, free of trauma and lack self WON'T die. EVER! I realize it's hard to impossible for most people to get that, being the only experience of life they've had is linked to their physical being. But your consciousness, your spiritual being-ness, isn't physical, and continues after the death of your body. (PM me for references, if you like.)
Your real, authentic self is 100% of who you are. We experience a very small fraction of that (0.005%) while we're in body. But that small fraction is believed to be and taken as all we are. If we were exposed in physical, time/space reality to the totality of all we are, it would just be noise. We wouldn't be able to focus on one thing at a time or discern one thing from another. The brain and all of your senses are filtering devices which allow you to focus. When your body dies, you still have your identity, and are able to focus on the totality of your being-ness and all it contains, all at once, since there is no time or space in non-physical reality to impede your consciousness.
I agree with you, that you see thing the way you do because of your depression. When someone transitions to non-physical reality, all negativity and concerns are left behind. All they feel is pure, unconditional love, joy and happiness.
(By the way, none of this has anything to do with religion. Atheists have exactly the same death experience as religious people. "Death" is simply a corridor from physical to non-physical life experience.)
I mean this in the most endearing, positive way possible.
This sounds like complete and utter nonsense, and I love it. It's extremely comforting.
Do you think a certain moment when they start exists? Cause if I look throught my life there've always been stuff in the back of my mind, slowly growing like a snowball. Of cours I can pinpoint the moment when major depression started, but stillIf i could function as I did previously before my mental issues started I definitely would live.
But it is so difficult for me to function. I tried so many medicines to fix my adhd but none helped.
Also some aren't available in my country. It feels that whatever good there was in me left me long ago and what is left isn't good enough.
Also had a great dad I always say that the nazis were more humane with the jews than he was with meIt's bittersweet really. Since what led me to this choice is the fault of a controlling narcissistic father. 15 years as i stated in your previous thread i also tried to get better. But even before, i knew i would cbt just a matter of when amd how. So I'm mostly sad that i couldn't do some things i could have. But not sad that cbt is the only option.
I really want to rest too…it's bittersweet. there's nothing to be done anymore, i just want to rest. but i still wished deep down to be able to live a happy life for the longest time, and i still wish i could've had a better life even if that's something that can't be changed.
There's a great video on yt regarding assisted death and the girl is saying the exact same thing.
This is the Link
I watched it again and again when I felt like I just couldn't take it anymore. Even before going to sleep on my birthday…
I'm sorry it's the way it isYes. I know that I'll eventually have to CTB as time goes on and because I won't be able to live like this(No job, can't drive, zero talents, no relationship or spouse)It's sad because I wish there was some other way, but there isn't. Deep down there's still a part of me that wants to be loved by parents, make people proud, live for myself, become confident, do something meaningful but I know that'll never come true. Unfortunately, dreams don't come true for people like me.
Sadly, some of us are just born into prisons we can't escape from…
Guilty as chargedI definitely feel sad, because I know I had potential. But I wasted it. I was too prideful to ask for help and too stubborn to admit that I had a lot of weaknesses, that I alone wasn't going to improve. I know there were a lot of things stacked against me, but I just wish I could've gotten through it somehow. Ultimately, I also have to realize, that I wasn't that powerful either. Lots of people made me go through some shit. It broke me in a way it didn't break other people. But it doesn't matter now. My life is now going downhill and unless I wanna see how deep rock bottom really is, I have to ctb.
It's really basically just bad luck I'm sad that my ill body leaves me no other choice. I've accepted it now, it is just bad luck. However, sometimes feelings of sadness and envy still show up.
I don't know which one terrifies me the most .I do feel sad that suicide feels like the only end I have.
However, the idea of forcing myself to continue living makes me even sadder than that.
I'm terrified of dying but even more scared to keep living when I know there's only guaranteed pain in the future.
It's all relative.
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