nozomu
Global Mod // will i wiN my recovery arc
- Nov 28, 2022
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I hate hope. I was hopeless before last month.
When I had no hope, my method worked to instill courage to push through in me. It was great. I felt sad sometimes that my end could be soon. But rarely did I feel fear. Without hope you can be fearless.
Now things started to look up. I started to develop hope again and with it, the associated fear of things getting bad again. The fear my hard work to recovery will be pointless and I'll end up at rock bottom again, crying alone on the ground without a soul in the world to mourn my passing as I take that final drink.
I hate hope for allowing these fears back into my heart. I hate it so much. I just want to live the life I have left with courage. Boldness. And then go when I'm ready. Hope is torment. It is not inspiring. It creates room for fear.
I always knew I would die by suicide, but will it be a suicide of pain and loneliness, an escape, or will it be a liberating suicide, a send off with my loved ones after I've lived a fulfilling courageous life?
I guess we'll find out, but today I'm feeling like I'm going to die a beat down coward. Recovery feels like a mistake today. I want to reach that fulfilled life. But I don't think I can get there with all this fear in my heart.
When I had no hope, my method worked to instill courage to push through in me. It was great. I felt sad sometimes that my end could be soon. But rarely did I feel fear. Without hope you can be fearless.
Now things started to look up. I started to develop hope again and with it, the associated fear of things getting bad again. The fear my hard work to recovery will be pointless and I'll end up at rock bottom again, crying alone on the ground without a soul in the world to mourn my passing as I take that final drink.
I hate hope for allowing these fears back into my heart. I hate it so much. I just want to live the life I have left with courage. Boldness. And then go when I'm ready. Hope is torment. It is not inspiring. It creates room for fear.
I always knew I would die by suicide, but will it be a suicide of pain and loneliness, an escape, or will it be a liberating suicide, a send off with my loved ones after I've lived a fulfilling courageous life?
I guess we'll find out, but today I'm feeling like I'm going to die a beat down coward. Recovery feels like a mistake today. I want to reach that fulfilled life. But I don't think I can get there with all this fear in my heart.