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rebelsue
Hope Addict
- Dec 12, 2019
- 172
One of the main reasons I can't take suicide off the table is that I have flushed my life down the toilet. And not by making bad choices like drinking and doing drugs and fucking around, committing crimes, lying, cheating, etc. I was a really REALLY good kid. Very well behaved, never got in trouble at school, got good grades, was nice to other kids (even though they treated me like shit), never did any drugs, never drank before age 21, didn't have sex until 24, did everything my parents said would give me a good life. I went to college and studied a STEM field during the early 2000s on scholarships when college was still affordable and so I don't have any student loans. I worked super hard. I was adventurous and bold, I always threw myself into everything I did. I went full on 100% and believed in myself. I have put in the late hours and the sleepless nights and squeezed every bit of skill and knowledge out of my brain. I have met deadlines and gone above and beyond for employers. Yet, so many careers have not worked out.
My folly is that I am emotionally sensitive. That was a thread that ran through everything, what made me socially unlikable and they don't tell you that job hunting and career building are 99% people skills. Nobody told me that I needed to look at the job market. And even if I did, the job market changes while you're IN school sometimes. And it's often too late to change tracks. I have a masters degree now, also in science, and am not qualified for any jobs.
I don't have any skills that people think are worth paying money for. I have no income yet I work 40+ hours a week. I am working on some entrepreneurial things that might someday lead to income, but they have not yet. So I bust my ass ... i keep going and doing. Will this end up the same way as everything else? Probably. I wish I wanted less. I wish I didn't dream big ever.
I have the rope ready and have practiced a bunch. I had my SN confiscated but I could get more I'm pretty sure. There's a portal out of this hell. I wanted something to work out so I could feel good about myself but nothing has. I played by the rules and still lost the game. I guess that happens sometimes. I think it's really cruel for therapists to convince people like me to take suicide off the table and commit to handling whatever comes my way. They don't know what it's like. They are a therapist -- they have a career. They have a purpose in the world. They have a title they can tell people. They have money to survive. How dare they tell me to stay here and suffer? They wouldn't last a day in my shoes.
My folly is that I am emotionally sensitive. That was a thread that ran through everything, what made me socially unlikable and they don't tell you that job hunting and career building are 99% people skills. Nobody told me that I needed to look at the job market. And even if I did, the job market changes while you're IN school sometimes. And it's often too late to change tracks. I have a masters degree now, also in science, and am not qualified for any jobs.
I don't have any skills that people think are worth paying money for. I have no income yet I work 40+ hours a week. I am working on some entrepreneurial things that might someday lead to income, but they have not yet. So I bust my ass ... i keep going and doing. Will this end up the same way as everything else? Probably. I wish I wanted less. I wish I didn't dream big ever.
I have the rope ready and have practiced a bunch. I had my SN confiscated but I could get more I'm pretty sure. There's a portal out of this hell. I wanted something to work out so I could feel good about myself but nothing has. I played by the rules and still lost the game. I guess that happens sometimes. I think it's really cruel for therapists to convince people like me to take suicide off the table and commit to handling whatever comes my way. They don't know what it's like. They are a therapist -- they have a career. They have a purpose in the world. They have a title they can tell people. They have money to survive. How dare they tell me to stay here and suffer? They wouldn't last a day in my shoes.