i've actually been writing about this exact issue pretty extensively in my goodbye note, so i'll just repeat what i say in that:
"i feel homesick for places i've never been, and experiences i've never had -- it's like i'm mourning a life unlived, or the life i could have had, unhindered and unshaped by my trauma."
i won't mourn myself as i am, nor my life, but i will miss who i could have been. there's nothing left for me to do, so while ctb may be my only option, at least i'll be free of this painful version of myself; that alone gives me some bittersweet relief.
I third this.
It makes me really sad, so sad that my SI keeps sabotaging my plans. There is a strong core inside me that wishes to live.
But not this life. This isn't me. This is not who I am, or want to be.
These experiences don't feel real. The way people view me and interact with me here makes no sense to me. I don't understand society here.
It doesn't feel right. Everything is incongruent.
This name is not mine. These actions are not mine. But I am not allowed to change any of it, and live authentically.
So I learn nothing, my life does not improve, and I can't do anything for others anymore. Just misery and negative feedback in both directions.
That is how I feel in my birth country. It's been over 20 years in total there.
When I lived in my adopted country, there was a short reprieve, over 4 years in total...
There was so much change. So much learning, improvement. Real experiences, and a lived experience I can call my own.
A life took shape, different from past trauma and associations. Allowed to participate in and see the world, as who I am.
I would not still be around, and not have this strong core of optimism and hope inside of me if I hadn't come to that country.
Alas, I'm back in my own personal hell. A little isolated cell, my wings clipped.
No hope save a miracle, but I need to perish the thought. Just SI in disguise.
It's back to my original designs - die before I see the waste that will be the rest of my lifetime play out.
To me, sinking into a deep depression, losing everything I ever was, and could have been if I stayed home... That is far worse than death. CTB, CTB.