february in alaska
wandering aimlessly
- Sep 13, 2023
- 465
Just scribbling down some thoughts while I smoke
So many people love to throw around "I'm always here if you ever need to talk" without ever really meaning it. And people will say "so many people care about you, stay strong, etc. etc. etc." and all this bullshit. Like my life is somehow worth more than the amount of money being spent on medication and therapy and psychiatric care and hospitalizations, like my life is somehow worth more than the price of food and housing and me breathing and just taking up space in general. Because it's not, and people will never say that out loud, and it makes it harder to let go
Part of me really wishes that "getting help" was an actual option. But then I actually take people up on it, and I ask people if someone could just get on the phone because I'm in a dark headspace, and suddenly it's crickets. I'm not even mad, I just wish people wouldn't make that offer if they don't mean it. Nobody wants to hear about my shit. My mental health isn't worth the price of treatment, and my life isn't worth the price of living. That's the truth. And I can't tell that to anybody, because even though they don't care, they're going to lie and tell me they do
I know people would get over my death, I know it would be better for everyone in the long run. So now I'm just stuck in this perpetual cycle of hoping it will get better and knowing it never will and living in this miserable limbo just to delay the inevitable because I'm a coward. I really hope someday I get enough conviction to actually go through with it. genuinely don't know why I'm not at that point yet
Anyway. Man, life fucking sucks lmao
So many people love to throw around "I'm always here if you ever need to talk" without ever really meaning it. And people will say "so many people care about you, stay strong, etc. etc. etc." and all this bullshit. Like my life is somehow worth more than the amount of money being spent on medication and therapy and psychiatric care and hospitalizations, like my life is somehow worth more than the price of food and housing and me breathing and just taking up space in general. Because it's not, and people will never say that out loud, and it makes it harder to let go
Part of me really wishes that "getting help" was an actual option. But then I actually take people up on it, and I ask people if someone could just get on the phone because I'm in a dark headspace, and suddenly it's crickets. I'm not even mad, I just wish people wouldn't make that offer if they don't mean it. Nobody wants to hear about my shit. My mental health isn't worth the price of treatment, and my life isn't worth the price of living. That's the truth. And I can't tell that to anybody, because even though they don't care, they're going to lie and tell me they do
I know people would get over my death, I know it would be better for everyone in the long run. So now I'm just stuck in this perpetual cycle of hoping it will get better and knowing it never will and living in this miserable limbo just to delay the inevitable because I'm a coward. I really hope someday I get enough conviction to actually go through with it. genuinely don't know why I'm not at that point yet
Anyway. Man, life fucking sucks lmao