Nat.
New Member
- Aug 28, 2026
- 4
Every time I meet a new psychiatrist or psychologist and they ask me what's wrong, I tell them that I've always been depressed and that I've always wanted to die. And it's true. Ever since I was eleven, everything has been horrible. But now I'm thirty-four, and I still haven't killed myself. People die every day. So why haven't I? If I'm so certain about it, if it's a rational decision, why am I still here? It's incredibly frustrating.
Right now, I'm undergoing treatment in a hospital because it's a requirement if I want to apply for euthanasia: I have to prove that I've tried to get better. I know they won't grant it because I'm too young and mental illness isn't taken seriously in Spain. Do I want to apply precisely because I know they won't grant it? Everything about this feels ridiculous and humiliating.
I feel so much contempt for myself for not doing it, for continuing to expose myself to this misery year after year. The thought of having to endure another twenty years, or however many more, alive, terrifies me.
Right now, I'm undergoing treatment in a hospital because it's a requirement if I want to apply for euthanasia: I have to prove that I've tried to get better. I know they won't grant it because I'm too young and mental illness isn't taken seriously in Spain. Do I want to apply precisely because I know they won't grant it? Everything about this feels ridiculous and humiliating.
I feel so much contempt for myself for not doing it, for continuing to expose myself to this misery year after year. The thought of having to endure another twenty years, or however many more, alive, terrifies me.