maleontraen
Member
- Apr 3, 2019
- 10
The title may sound a tad laughable when read at first. But it states the reason why I'm condemned to suffer and keep myself alive.
I was fully ready to hang myself and exit this life of mental suffering and agony. Then my father's medical report arrives. His blood pressure has reached critical heights and the slightest bit of stress can trigger upsurges and any event of shock or trauma will most definitely induce a stroke, probably a fatal or incapacitating one. Examples of this have occured already, a slight hemorrhaging inside my father's nose begins to bleed if he simply worries about a minor thing. As a result, I can't commit suicide.
My father and I weren't too close (closer than many, more distanced than many others). But he will be struck with grief at my passing anyway, that added with the stress from the surrounding society he'll have to endure for being the father of a sun who killed himself (Yes, if a family's member commits suicide, that family is shamed by people in my country. Sounds ridiculous, but it's the reality) will without doubt cause him to have a stroke. One possibility, he dies. Another possibility, he's bed-ridden and my aging mother has to nurse him until his eventual death. This might sound like I'm looking for excuses, I assure you I'm not. I know if I'm dead I shouldn't care what happens to others, but my moral compass isn't allowing it.
So I have to keep on living, day after day through frustration, suffering, miniscule stings of humiliation, OCD, and mental illness.
It just feels so bad, I don't want to fucking do this anymore, it's not worth it. I know I'll never achieve anything, I know there's
no hope. I just don't fucking want to fucking do this anymore.
I was fully ready to hang myself and exit this life of mental suffering and agony. Then my father's medical report arrives. His blood pressure has reached critical heights and the slightest bit of stress can trigger upsurges and any event of shock or trauma will most definitely induce a stroke, probably a fatal or incapacitating one. Examples of this have occured already, a slight hemorrhaging inside my father's nose begins to bleed if he simply worries about a minor thing. As a result, I can't commit suicide.
My father and I weren't too close (closer than many, more distanced than many others). But he will be struck with grief at my passing anyway, that added with the stress from the surrounding society he'll have to endure for being the father of a sun who killed himself (Yes, if a family's member commits suicide, that family is shamed by people in my country. Sounds ridiculous, but it's the reality) will without doubt cause him to have a stroke. One possibility, he dies. Another possibility, he's bed-ridden and my aging mother has to nurse him until his eventual death. This might sound like I'm looking for excuses, I assure you I'm not. I know if I'm dead I shouldn't care what happens to others, but my moral compass isn't allowing it.
So I have to keep on living, day after day through frustration, suffering, miniscule stings of humiliation, OCD, and mental illness.
It just feels so bad, I don't want to fucking do this anymore, it's not worth it. I know I'll never achieve anything, I know there's
no hope. I just don't fucking want to fucking do this anymore.