wiinterfrost
it only gets worse..
- Oct 8, 2023
- 116
So, at the beginning of the year i told two people that i am at my end and that i might end it this year. Let's call them A and B.
I told A first, and asked them if they would be willing to manage my material possessions when i am gone. A and i are not that close, seeing each other only several times a year, nonetheless i think we share a sort of special bond. They respect my autonomy and was also conflicted, yet in the end they agreed to vaguely take care of affairs (even if i told them they could burn my stuff or give it all to charity idrc.)
Even this first thing i feel horrible about right now, because i am potentially putting them in danger if they knew beforehand? Even if i kept all details incredibly vague and we haven't talked about it since and saw each other recently where we didn't talk about it at all and i think i gave them the impression i was fine (or not, idk i might be really bad at masking these days).
What makes this worse though, is telling B. B and i share a very strong bond even if we haven't seen each other in over one and a half years and we stopped talking a long time etc. This changed at the beginning of the year because i wanted to get in touch with people i still love, the few people who weren't abusive or assholes or bigots (counted on one hand). Just to see them a last time, talk to them, be near them, after over a year of complete isolation and almost no human conversation. One last time before i depart.
The thing with B is... they have a way of just making me open up. They make me wanna pour my heart out, divulge my secrets and hand them my soul. We were writing messages a little after i initially reached out and i let slip that i might not make it out of this year alive.
Fast forward to the last weeks and we shared some videocalls (they've been in a completely different country these past months) and i don't know how it got here but i told them about planning to catch the bus in april. It's... ugh.
We're both proper broke (who the fuck isn't) and B said they wanted to see me before then. But they couldn't just casually book a flight and hitchhiking such a long distance would be too much and the date at which they could've hitched a ride with someone was way past my date and i told them that and like... I felt so guilty. It felt so wrong. So wrong to be divulging this information and sharing this but also.
I want to see B. B wants to see me. They want to see me before i die. (Oh, i forgot to mention that they reacted similarly to A in that they accept my autonomy. Know that i am rational enough to make my own decisions and forcing me to stay alive would just hurt me more.)
B had also planned a trip to another country even further away and had an expensive flight for that (how long did they have to save up i wonder?) but now they decided to just...not go. Instead borrowing money to get a flight here just to see me one last time. Even more money spent for me. And i can't even guarantee B that i will be able to tolerate more than two days of company, because everything hurts too much, especially being around things or people i still love.
Not only that but B has BPD and i imagine i am putting so much emotional stress on them and like. What am i doing? Why am i letting B come so close? Why did i tell them all of this? (even if i kept all information to a minimum - not telling how or where i wanna do it, or even giving an exact date. becoming an adult and losing so much to oversharing taught me the hard way to keep information like that from slipping out.)
How could i let them book a flight to a place, to a country, they don't even really want to be in just to see me for a meagre 48hours at maximum? How could i put them through a couple weeks of emotional distress while they know i am going to commit suicide soon and there is nothing they can do and they feel wrong not doing anything but they know trying to prevent me is harmful and... I mean, am i putting them in legal danger?
Ugh. I feel so guilty. It also hit me, before writing this down, that it is really shitty of me. Like really.
But we are human beings and sometimes you get wrapped up in emotions and the messiness of things and it just... happened. Happened that i told them and they said they're coming. (doesn't make it less shitty of me though.) And i can't deny that feeling them and smelling them and hearing them next to me again after a very long time just seems wonderful and like something i want. But i also don't want it because i know how love (love for the world or music or poetry or people or a specific thing) just makes me want to ignore all my plans and like - pretend i can keep on living. But i've spent years and years going through that roundabout and i know with such certainty i cannot keep on living and exhausted all possible options that are in my realm of possibility to keep on living.
I don't know. I am out of air. (like, metaphorically.) This doesn't have a neat end but yeah. That's the story.
Sorry B for making you go through this.
I told A first, and asked them if they would be willing to manage my material possessions when i am gone. A and i are not that close, seeing each other only several times a year, nonetheless i think we share a sort of special bond. They respect my autonomy and was also conflicted, yet in the end they agreed to vaguely take care of affairs (even if i told them they could burn my stuff or give it all to charity idrc.)
Even this first thing i feel horrible about right now, because i am potentially putting them in danger if they knew beforehand? Even if i kept all details incredibly vague and we haven't talked about it since and saw each other recently where we didn't talk about it at all and i think i gave them the impression i was fine (or not, idk i might be really bad at masking these days).
What makes this worse though, is telling B. B and i share a very strong bond even if we haven't seen each other in over one and a half years and we stopped talking a long time etc. This changed at the beginning of the year because i wanted to get in touch with people i still love, the few people who weren't abusive or assholes or bigots (counted on one hand). Just to see them a last time, talk to them, be near them, after over a year of complete isolation and almost no human conversation. One last time before i depart.
The thing with B is... they have a way of just making me open up. They make me wanna pour my heart out, divulge my secrets and hand them my soul. We were writing messages a little after i initially reached out and i let slip that i might not make it out of this year alive.
Fast forward to the last weeks and we shared some videocalls (they've been in a completely different country these past months) and i don't know how it got here but i told them about planning to catch the bus in april. It's... ugh.
We're both proper broke (who the fuck isn't) and B said they wanted to see me before then. But they couldn't just casually book a flight and hitchhiking such a long distance would be too much and the date at which they could've hitched a ride with someone was way past my date and i told them that and like... I felt so guilty. It felt so wrong. So wrong to be divulging this information and sharing this but also.
I want to see B. B wants to see me. They want to see me before i die. (Oh, i forgot to mention that they reacted similarly to A in that they accept my autonomy. Know that i am rational enough to make my own decisions and forcing me to stay alive would just hurt me more.)
B had also planned a trip to another country even further away and had an expensive flight for that (how long did they have to save up i wonder?) but now they decided to just...not go. Instead borrowing money to get a flight here just to see me one last time. Even more money spent for me. And i can't even guarantee B that i will be able to tolerate more than two days of company, because everything hurts too much, especially being around things or people i still love.
Not only that but B has BPD and i imagine i am putting so much emotional stress on them and like. What am i doing? Why am i letting B come so close? Why did i tell them all of this? (even if i kept all information to a minimum - not telling how or where i wanna do it, or even giving an exact date. becoming an adult and losing so much to oversharing taught me the hard way to keep information like that from slipping out.)
How could i let them book a flight to a place, to a country, they don't even really want to be in just to see me for a meagre 48hours at maximum? How could i put them through a couple weeks of emotional distress while they know i am going to commit suicide soon and there is nothing they can do and they feel wrong not doing anything but they know trying to prevent me is harmful and... I mean, am i putting them in legal danger?
Ugh. I feel so guilty. It also hit me, before writing this down, that it is really shitty of me. Like really.
But we are human beings and sometimes you get wrapped up in emotions and the messiness of things and it just... happened. Happened that i told them and they said they're coming. (doesn't make it less shitty of me though.) And i can't deny that feeling them and smelling them and hearing them next to me again after a very long time just seems wonderful and like something i want. But i also don't want it because i know how love (love for the world or music or poetry or people or a specific thing) just makes me want to ignore all my plans and like - pretend i can keep on living. But i've spent years and years going through that roundabout and i know with such certainty i cannot keep on living and exhausted all possible options that are in my realm of possibility to keep on living.
I don't know. I am out of air. (like, metaphorically.) This doesn't have a neat end but yeah. That's the story.
Sorry B for making you go through this.