jbear824
F*ck humanity. Let's end this.
- Jul 4, 2023
- 409
(No need to respond, I just had to get this out. I'm in so much pain right now)
Unrelenting, torturous mental illness. Inability to work. which is leading to permanent homelessness which will lead to a slower, more agonizing death for me and my partner when we end up on the streets.
My inability to function and participate in society in a way society seems adequate, which means I just get tossed aside. Same for my autistic partner.
So much trauma that has left me unable to exist in peace.
At this point, I just want to avoid further suffering, since that's all that's ahead of me and my partner. But I can't be ause that would mean leaving him to be homeless all alone, which I can't do to him. So I'm trapped which makes me want to ctb even more. the thought of having to watch my partner suffer in homelessness, knowing I can't do anything to save him from it, also makes me want to take myself out. I can't bear the thought, but it's what's ahead of me. And I can't cope with it.
I've suffered enough. Society doesn't see any value in keeping me alive if I can't work, so I just want to die.
I'm so afraid. I'm so depressed. So anxious that I physically suffer everyday. I just want to be done. And I know this sounds terrible, but I wish me and my partner could ctb together so that no one will be abandoned by the natural death (freezing, starving, over heating, diabetes) that will come for one of us first, probably me. The thought of him being all alone without the ability to keep himself alive is what is compelled of me into living and it's awful.
I'm in constant pain. Constant anguish. And there is no way out for me. I can't work. I can barely function in my own home. And my partner can only handle part time. We have no way of making enough money to ever afford housing anywhere.
Our fates are already sealed. We will die in some tent, in some spot of woods probably within the next year or two. From one of the above natural causes I mentioned. And all of my providers; my therapist, my social workers, my doctor, they don't understand. They don't believe me about my functioning, about the level of mental illness I suffer from. They think I should just be able to force myself to function.
I'm alone. Except for my partner. We will die alone. Forgotten and thrown away as if we never mattered and no one understands why I am inconsolable and just want to ctb.
Unrelenting, torturous mental illness. Inability to work. which is leading to permanent homelessness which will lead to a slower, more agonizing death for me and my partner when we end up on the streets.
My inability to function and participate in society in a way society seems adequate, which means I just get tossed aside. Same for my autistic partner.
So much trauma that has left me unable to exist in peace.
At this point, I just want to avoid further suffering, since that's all that's ahead of me and my partner. But I can't be ause that would mean leaving him to be homeless all alone, which I can't do to him. So I'm trapped which makes me want to ctb even more. the thought of having to watch my partner suffer in homelessness, knowing I can't do anything to save him from it, also makes me want to take myself out. I can't bear the thought, but it's what's ahead of me. And I can't cope with it.
I've suffered enough. Society doesn't see any value in keeping me alive if I can't work, so I just want to die.
I'm so afraid. I'm so depressed. So anxious that I physically suffer everyday. I just want to be done. And I know this sounds terrible, but I wish me and my partner could ctb together so that no one will be abandoned by the natural death (freezing, starving, over heating, diabetes) that will come for one of us first, probably me. The thought of him being all alone without the ability to keep himself alive is what is compelled of me into living and it's awful.
I'm in constant pain. Constant anguish. And there is no way out for me. I can't work. I can barely function in my own home. And my partner can only handle part time. We have no way of making enough money to ever afford housing anywhere.
Our fates are already sealed. We will die in some tent, in some spot of woods probably within the next year or two. From one of the above natural causes I mentioned. And all of my providers; my therapist, my social workers, my doctor, they don't understand. They don't believe me about my functioning, about the level of mental illness I suffer from. They think I should just be able to force myself to function.
I'm alone. Except for my partner. We will die alone. Forgotten and thrown away as if we never mattered and no one understands why I am inconsolable and just want to ctb.