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- Dec 9, 2021
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Death seems to be tragic for those left alive. I haven't lost anyone close to me, so I can only imagine what it feels like, and guess from how my friends have coped with the death of someone they love. I guess I should feel lucky to have not experienced grief. I do. But ..
Last year when a man I knew jumped off a building, I felt happy for him. I know it might be different when it's someone I actually care about. But will it?
My mother is the saddest person I know. At least to me. She carries years of trauma inside of her, her pain has metastasized into knots that will take insane amount of work and energy to unravel. Energy that she doesn't have any more. I wish I could help her CTB. May be I don't truly love her.
The only reason I am alive is because I don't want to cause my mother any more pain. My father too. My friends will be able to deal, but my parents are fragile.
But may be my suicide can be the help my mother needs to CTB herself. But that's just wishful rationalization. And horribly selfish if I follow that chain of thought.
I had decided earlier this year, that I will not kill myself while either of my parents are alive. But that could be a while. Like a long while. My dad's mom is over a 100 years old. My mom's mother is 80 something. Neither of my parents are as healthy as my grandparents, but they seem to have inherited good genes. Oh well.
I wish there were gas chambers around the world that anybody could walk into. And after you are dead, your body and bones would be incinerated. And a team of psychologists would have helped you write/create your suicide notes which would be delivered to the people you care about at an appropriate time, along with your ashes, if you desired. There would be no body, no funeral to plan. So you could leave the people who care about you in the most compassionate way possible, if you wish to.
I know some people don't have the choice to fantasize about gas chambers or give two shits about those left behind. But I feel like all of that is a symptom of this stupid, relentless collective SI humanity has built itself around. If the proverbial gas chambers existed, and the picture of suicide wasn't a dead, injured rotting body; if the alive could relate suicide to something beautiful, meaningful and compassionate, we wouldn't get so much prolife resistance. I think suicide has a branding problem.
Anyway, this is my first post here and I know it's all over the place but this is how my brain works. I will post more structured pieces in the future. I am glad I finally found a place where I can discuss these thoughts.
Last year when a man I knew jumped off a building, I felt happy for him. I know it might be different when it's someone I actually care about. But will it?
My mother is the saddest person I know. At least to me. She carries years of trauma inside of her, her pain has metastasized into knots that will take insane amount of work and energy to unravel. Energy that she doesn't have any more. I wish I could help her CTB. May be I don't truly love her.
The only reason I am alive is because I don't want to cause my mother any more pain. My father too. My friends will be able to deal, but my parents are fragile.
But may be my suicide can be the help my mother needs to CTB herself. But that's just wishful rationalization. And horribly selfish if I follow that chain of thought.
I had decided earlier this year, that I will not kill myself while either of my parents are alive. But that could be a while. Like a long while. My dad's mom is over a 100 years old. My mom's mother is 80 something. Neither of my parents are as healthy as my grandparents, but they seem to have inherited good genes. Oh well.
I wish there were gas chambers around the world that anybody could walk into. And after you are dead, your body and bones would be incinerated. And a team of psychologists would have helped you write/create your suicide notes which would be delivered to the people you care about at an appropriate time, along with your ashes, if you desired. There would be no body, no funeral to plan. So you could leave the people who care about you in the most compassionate way possible, if you wish to.
I know some people don't have the choice to fantasize about gas chambers or give two shits about those left behind. But I feel like all of that is a symptom of this stupid, relentless collective SI humanity has built itself around. If the proverbial gas chambers existed, and the picture of suicide wasn't a dead, injured rotting body; if the alive could relate suicide to something beautiful, meaningful and compassionate, we wouldn't get so much prolife resistance. I think suicide has a branding problem.
Anyway, this is my first post here and I know it's all over the place but this is how my brain works. I will post more structured pieces in the future. I am glad I finally found a place where I can discuss these thoughts.