
kane
Student
- Jun 26, 2020
- 171
So there's a lot holding me back from ctb. I think I'm very afraid of letting go of my attachments to life - past moments when I was happy. I'm also afraid of some kind of existence beyond death (despite leaning toward atheism.) The thought of what it would do to my parents seems unacceptable. And I think there's probably also just a lot of basic survival instinct stuff going on - as long as I'm alive, I can still theoretically pass on my genes etc. (despite having no intention to ever start a family.)
On the other hand, I think I'm probably broken beyond repair. Parts of my mind are fixated on delusional fantasies, and it makes me miserable. My body is getting faultier by the month. I'm totally alone and isolated, and incapable of interacting with others without extreme anxiety. And I'm morally compromised to the point where I really should kill myself, purely from the shame of it. I don't want to exist like this anymore, and I don't see any possibility for positive change.
There are some circumstances where I'm sure I'd want to ctb - if I was facing a life prison sentence, or an agonizing chronic illness. But I'm very conflicted about my present situation. As I said, I'm miserable, and I see no prospect of it improving. I've spent over 13 years like this, and it's only gotten worse. I spend so much time thinking 'I just want this to stop. I don't want to be this anymore, and I can't be anything else.' But there's still this strong resistance to actually putting an end to it. And I don't know how to think about that.
Can your reasons for living be delusional? And if they are, is it possible to overcome that? Is there a sense where you 'should' overcome your inhibitions? I feel like I've trapped myself in a situation where life feels unbearable, but death is also unacceptable. If I could figure out some kind of clarity as to what I'm doing, or what I should be doing, maybe it would be more tolerable.
On the other hand, I think I'm probably broken beyond repair. Parts of my mind are fixated on delusional fantasies, and it makes me miserable. My body is getting faultier by the month. I'm totally alone and isolated, and incapable of interacting with others without extreme anxiety. And I'm morally compromised to the point where I really should kill myself, purely from the shame of it. I don't want to exist like this anymore, and I don't see any possibility for positive change.
There are some circumstances where I'm sure I'd want to ctb - if I was facing a life prison sentence, or an agonizing chronic illness. But I'm very conflicted about my present situation. As I said, I'm miserable, and I see no prospect of it improving. I've spent over 13 years like this, and it's only gotten worse. I spend so much time thinking 'I just want this to stop. I don't want to be this anymore, and I can't be anything else.' But there's still this strong resistance to actually putting an end to it. And I don't know how to think about that.
Can your reasons for living be delusional? And if they are, is it possible to overcome that? Is there a sense where you 'should' overcome your inhibitions? I feel like I've trapped myself in a situation where life feels unbearable, but death is also unacceptable. If I could figure out some kind of clarity as to what I'm doing, or what I should be doing, maybe it would be more tolerable.