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onebigmistake
Member
- Dec 20, 2021
- 9
I know this board has seen an influx of members from the unwanted NYT publicity, and I am part of that, but I was drawn to join because I have experienced suicidal ideations near daily since I was a teenager. Most days the thought is simply intrusive and fleeting, but on rare days I find myself researching methods and making plans. Lately those latter days have been more frequent.
I firmly believe that it is an ethical imperative that people have control over whether they live or die. Part of me even believes that those in power only try to keep us alive because we are the worker bees, and hives cannot survive without them. My value or lack of value bears no weight in the bigger picture. I'm barely a speck of a speck in the universe. So what would it matter?
I am learning more than ever in my life that I am a burden. I struggle with physical disability— I have a genetic condition that predisposes me to a host of health problems; fortunately most of my life they were just unexplainable nuisances, but after pregnancy my body fell apart. Now I suffer with POTS and CFS, and both have caused a significant decline in my quality of life. I spend a lot of time sick in bed. I miss out on most of what is supposed to make life enjoyable. I am a subpar mother to a toddler who needs more physical activity. I am a poor partner to an able-bodied man who feels significant pressure to keep our household going and never ceases to let me know how difficult things are without my help now that my body has declined. I'm scared he'll decide one day he's just had enough, and then I'll end up a burden on my aging parents instead, or worse, indigent and suffering on the street.
Is it really so crazy that I just want to go to sleep and never wake up?
I firmly believe that it is an ethical imperative that people have control over whether they live or die. Part of me even believes that those in power only try to keep us alive because we are the worker bees, and hives cannot survive without them. My value or lack of value bears no weight in the bigger picture. I'm barely a speck of a speck in the universe. So what would it matter?
I am learning more than ever in my life that I am a burden. I struggle with physical disability— I have a genetic condition that predisposes me to a host of health problems; fortunately most of my life they were just unexplainable nuisances, but after pregnancy my body fell apart. Now I suffer with POTS and CFS, and both have caused a significant decline in my quality of life. I spend a lot of time sick in bed. I miss out on most of what is supposed to make life enjoyable. I am a subpar mother to a toddler who needs more physical activity. I am a poor partner to an able-bodied man who feels significant pressure to keep our household going and never ceases to let me know how difficult things are without my help now that my body has declined. I'm scared he'll decide one day he's just had enough, and then I'll end up a burden on my aging parents instead, or worse, indigent and suffering on the street.
Is it really so crazy that I just want to go to sleep and never wake up?