milknife02
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- Aug 13, 2024
- 37
I have the sn. I have a very good idea for a date, the week before march. I have the funds to do so. I have very little si. I feel guilt about my family, sure, but its like I can't grasp that I'm going to die. All of this and I still feel 'anxiety about the future and meaning of my existence'. But it's pointless. I'm out of here at 6 months, max, likely less so why am I laying in bed, wanting to cry from anxiety and paranoia (about everything BUT dying) it seems like the only time I believe it to be true is when I'm talking about it like this. I wish I could always believe it so I wouldn't have to live with this crippling self-consiousness about absolutely everything that is preventing me from even coming close to 'enjoying' the pretty sucky time I have left. Imagine a stage 5 patient, terminally ill, crying over their taxes. It's almost comedic, I want to laugh but I'm suffering. This is like psychological torture. Understanding that you fill find release but not being able to have the security of that truth. I don't even know if any of this makes sense.