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godsforgiveme
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- Jun 2, 2026
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I don't want to die. I want to live, so bad. I always have. I've known I would kill myself since I was 11. I didn't because I truly hoped and believed that things would get better, that they had to. That if I tried hard enough I could be ok. That bad things can't happen to good people forever. But now I'm 31 and things are worse than ever. There is no way out of the situation I am in. I don't want a lot. Just a quiet life in the middle of nowhere, no neighbors, being able to be in nature. Not being in so much pain all the time. Not being incapable of basic self care. Not being struggling financially so much and so hungry all the time. Not being too exhausted to move, beyond capacity, every small thing overdrawing an already negative account. Not being so deep in autistic burnout. Not being told how bad I am and every way that I ruin things every day by the person I love. There is no way out of the situation. But I want to live. I don't want to die. I'm so scared of dying. I don't want to I don't want to. I've always wanted to live and it hurts so much to know that I never can.
I feel like I'm in a matryoshka doll of hundreds of cages. If I could get out of one, there are hundreds more and they're all trapped. Calling a line won't change my life. Going to the hospital just makes things worse. I've been involuntarily held 15 times in my life and it never helps. It just takes away the few comforts I have for a loud overstimulating prison for a few days just to be back in the same situation after.
I do know that my family and partner will be relieved and happy. I have always been nothing but a burden. They probably won't say it out loud but I know this to be true. Knowing me is a curse. Just a miserable useless person. Who cares if I'm good inside. I have never been able to be ok. No matter how hard I tried. I tried so hard.
I am 31 and have been toiling as long as I can remember, exhausted, miserable, unwell, more energy than I have, all spent on survival. None of it was building useful experience or wealth or education. So I have nothing but more toiling to look forward to for the rest of my life. I don't want to. I don't want to. I don't want to. I am tired. I do not have it in me. I haven't for a long time.
I'm so sad things won't get better and that it's too late and there's no other way out. I truly just wanted a simple life. I wanted to be happy and free. Or at least just not actively this deep in despair and exhaustion for this long.
I don't want to do it. I want to live so bad. But I'm too tired and this is not living.
I feel like I'm in a matryoshka doll of hundreds of cages. If I could get out of one, there are hundreds more and they're all trapped. Calling a line won't change my life. Going to the hospital just makes things worse. I've been involuntarily held 15 times in my life and it never helps. It just takes away the few comforts I have for a loud overstimulating prison for a few days just to be back in the same situation after.
I do know that my family and partner will be relieved and happy. I have always been nothing but a burden. They probably won't say it out loud but I know this to be true. Knowing me is a curse. Just a miserable useless person. Who cares if I'm good inside. I have never been able to be ok. No matter how hard I tried. I tried so hard.
I am 31 and have been toiling as long as I can remember, exhausted, miserable, unwell, more energy than I have, all spent on survival. None of it was building useful experience or wealth or education. So I have nothing but more toiling to look forward to for the rest of my life. I don't want to. I don't want to. I don't want to. I am tired. I do not have it in me. I haven't for a long time.
I'm so sad things won't get better and that it's too late and there's no other way out. I truly just wanted a simple life. I wanted to be happy and free. Or at least just not actively this deep in despair and exhaustion for this long.
I don't want to do it. I want to live so bad. But I'm too tired and this is not living.