enviro400mmc
#1 cake123 fanboy
- Nov 27, 2022
- 101
To preface: This is not meant to be a post about how I am in fact somehow oppressed by modern society - quite the opposite. I am talking about how I have been given such favourable conditions that now it is embarrassing that I am still unable to live with myself.
I could not come from a much more fortunate background. I am a straight, white man. I come from a fairly affluent family with two loving parents and a sister I am incredibly close with. I live in one of the best cities in the world to live in in one of the best countries in the world to live in (unless finances are an issue for you, which in my case they are not). I have had a better education that 95% of people in my country. I have repeatedly had the opportunity to travel to and even live in other places. I am in good health and have no physical conditions. Indeed physically I've been ridiculously lucky; I'm not detrimentally short, my teeth are in perfectly good health despite barely touching a toothbrush for the first 18 years of my life and somehow I've managed to have the appetite of a bear yet be as slim as spaghetti without doing a particularly large amount of exercise. I have been fortunate enough for my parents to pile thousands of pounds into medical professionals who care for my mental health, and I am, at least according to them, neurotypical. It's fair to say I can feel like a bit of an outsider on here compared to most people who have had to deal with genuine adversity. And perhaps amusingly, I am also fortunate enough to have been able to get hold of SN with little difficulty.
And yet here I am, in an embarrassingly bad state. I have been a needlessly anxious and depressed wreck since practically before I was sentient. I have infallibly fouind a reason to be unhappy and negative even in the most fortunate of circumstances.The "adversity" which eventually turned me from a generally unhappy person to a rotting piece of suicidal flesh was so minor and commonplace it would barely be something most people remember - indeed I am embarassed to even talk about it on here, or anywhere else really. I really can't live with the fact that I've wasted my entire youth, which I will never get back, in misery despite everything being put on a plate for me. At this point I feel embarassed to do anything that shows my miserable existence to the world. I can't make friends or keep particularly close contact with anyone because it is just offputting and depressing to listen to the way I have chucked away my own life for no reason. It is utterly humiliating that I have let nothing but my own mind and minor setbacks prevent myself from being the successful person that I would otherwise be perfectly of being and really ought to be.
It also causes problems with my suicide. For a start, having the most amazing family I feel so bad for having to leave them. So many kids grow up with horrible, abusive parents but get through it and succeed in life (or are at least content) and yet my parents are always going to have to live with the guilt and feeling of failure of their child being the one who ended their own life. Look no further than my sister, who is happy and about to become incredibly successful (at least if she can cope with my CTB), for proof of what my parents deserve to have brought up. Furthermore, with no obvious illness or other adversity to blame my suicide on, I feel like my family will end up turning my suicide into a SaSu/SN scapegoat, which is complete bullshit and quite contrary to my wishes of being peacefully forgotten.
I could not come from a much more fortunate background. I am a straight, white man. I come from a fairly affluent family with two loving parents and a sister I am incredibly close with. I live in one of the best cities in the world to live in in one of the best countries in the world to live in (unless finances are an issue for you, which in my case they are not). I have had a better education that 95% of people in my country. I have repeatedly had the opportunity to travel to and even live in other places. I am in good health and have no physical conditions. Indeed physically I've been ridiculously lucky; I'm not detrimentally short, my teeth are in perfectly good health despite barely touching a toothbrush for the first 18 years of my life and somehow I've managed to have the appetite of a bear yet be as slim as spaghetti without doing a particularly large amount of exercise. I have been fortunate enough for my parents to pile thousands of pounds into medical professionals who care for my mental health, and I am, at least according to them, neurotypical. It's fair to say I can feel like a bit of an outsider on here compared to most people who have had to deal with genuine adversity. And perhaps amusingly, I am also fortunate enough to have been able to get hold of SN with little difficulty.
And yet here I am, in an embarrassingly bad state. I have been a needlessly anxious and depressed wreck since practically before I was sentient. I have infallibly fouind a reason to be unhappy and negative even in the most fortunate of circumstances.The "adversity" which eventually turned me from a generally unhappy person to a rotting piece of suicidal flesh was so minor and commonplace it would barely be something most people remember - indeed I am embarassed to even talk about it on here, or anywhere else really. I really can't live with the fact that I've wasted my entire youth, which I will never get back, in misery despite everything being put on a plate for me. At this point I feel embarassed to do anything that shows my miserable existence to the world. I can't make friends or keep particularly close contact with anyone because it is just offputting and depressing to listen to the way I have chucked away my own life for no reason. It is utterly humiliating that I have let nothing but my own mind and minor setbacks prevent myself from being the successful person that I would otherwise be perfectly of being and really ought to be.
It also causes problems with my suicide. For a start, having the most amazing family I feel so bad for having to leave them. So many kids grow up with horrible, abusive parents but get through it and succeed in life (or are at least content) and yet my parents are always going to have to live with the guilt and feeling of failure of their child being the one who ended their own life. Look no further than my sister, who is happy and about to become incredibly successful (at least if she can cope with my CTB), for proof of what my parents deserve to have brought up. Furthermore, with no obvious illness or other adversity to blame my suicide on, I feel like my family will end up turning my suicide into a SaSu/SN scapegoat, which is complete bullshit and quite contrary to my wishes of being peacefully forgotten.