
a-fond-farewell
"You say she's waiting, and I know what for"
- May 22, 2025
- 14
Hey y'all,
If you know anything about social anxiety, you'll know that we often make bigger deals of things than others. Maybe you stumbled over your words and said the wrong thing. Or you misunderstood someone in the spur of the moment. Such a small and honest mistake, unnoticed by others, replays in your mind over and over. You may also know that if you're stressing over something that no one notices, it'll make you more awkward and you'll make more mistakes, drawing legitimate attention to what you're losing your shit over. If I bump into a person, they'll probably just think it was an accident and move on with their day, but I'll be rethinking it 10 minutes later. By that point, I've been so stuck up in my own head that I've accidentally bumped into 10 more people because I'm not paying attention to my surroundings. And they are actually mad now.
Well, I was playing Jackbox with some folk. I made a wrong move in the game, unknowingly. They respectfully told me why I shouldn't have done that for future reference, and moved on. You know, a normal human response. But, knowing that I mildly inconvenienced others just triggered something in me. I felt so disproportionately horrible over such a small mistake. I really beat myself up for it. Just this gnawing weight in my chest. I left the VC and closed my browser so that I could prevent myself from burdening them any further. Little did I know, the game didn't register I left, so my turn came up and in a team game, wasted a turn and legitimately burdened my team and caused annoyance. Obviously, that made me feel worse tenfold. My selfish retreat into isolation caused actual problems, even though I could've just learnt my lesson and moved on like everybody else did. Now, the same old thoughts are replaying in my head. Why did I even bother? Why am I so selfish and immature? My existence causes suffering. My existence is selfish. etc. etc. etc.
I guess I'm aware enough to know it wasn't that small initial mistake that caused this overreaction. I was already primed, it was just that small mistake that loosened the floodgates, so to speak. I was having a good night up until then. Having fun. I've been thinking about death and suicide for most of the day, so it's not contextually surprising that I was activated, but it just didn't feel like it in that moment. Afterwards, I was back to wishing for death, but this time tenfold. I think that thinking / planning for suicide is honestly a coping mechanism for me, even though it's obviously very unhealthy. It doesn't excuse my mistake, but it gives me some satisfaction that I won't have to worry about hurting anyone anymore. I won't have to worry about the person that I'll become if I live. I've endured and witnessed abuse in this house. Trauma and abuse has been this family's heirloom for generations. I've seen how trauma plagues relationships. Relationships with your peers, your partner, your friends, etc. I'm at an age where my childhood shit is coming back to bite me in the ass and I've become more insecure, fragmented, doubtful, and scared. I hate feeling like a horrible human being. Suicide gives me the certainty I need to discontinue the cycle. No more children will be hurt and scarred. Not from my hands. Not from my future children's hands, if I would've had any if I don't kill myself.
If you know anything about social anxiety, you'll know that we often make bigger deals of things than others. Maybe you stumbled over your words and said the wrong thing. Or you misunderstood someone in the spur of the moment. Such a small and honest mistake, unnoticed by others, replays in your mind over and over. You may also know that if you're stressing over something that no one notices, it'll make you more awkward and you'll make more mistakes, drawing legitimate attention to what you're losing your shit over. If I bump into a person, they'll probably just think it was an accident and move on with their day, but I'll be rethinking it 10 minutes later. By that point, I've been so stuck up in my own head that I've accidentally bumped into 10 more people because I'm not paying attention to my surroundings. And they are actually mad now.
Well, I was playing Jackbox with some folk. I made a wrong move in the game, unknowingly. They respectfully told me why I shouldn't have done that for future reference, and moved on. You know, a normal human response. But, knowing that I mildly inconvenienced others just triggered something in me. I felt so disproportionately horrible over such a small mistake. I really beat myself up for it. Just this gnawing weight in my chest. I left the VC and closed my browser so that I could prevent myself from burdening them any further. Little did I know, the game didn't register I left, so my turn came up and in a team game, wasted a turn and legitimately burdened my team and caused annoyance. Obviously, that made me feel worse tenfold. My selfish retreat into isolation caused actual problems, even though I could've just learnt my lesson and moved on like everybody else did. Now, the same old thoughts are replaying in my head. Why did I even bother? Why am I so selfish and immature? My existence causes suffering. My existence is selfish. etc. etc. etc.
I guess I'm aware enough to know it wasn't that small initial mistake that caused this overreaction. I was already primed, it was just that small mistake that loosened the floodgates, so to speak. I was having a good night up until then. Having fun. I've been thinking about death and suicide for most of the day, so it's not contextually surprising that I was activated, but it just didn't feel like it in that moment. Afterwards, I was back to wishing for death, but this time tenfold. I think that thinking / planning for suicide is honestly a coping mechanism for me, even though it's obviously very unhealthy. It doesn't excuse my mistake, but it gives me some satisfaction that I won't have to worry about hurting anyone anymore. I won't have to worry about the person that I'll become if I live. I've endured and witnessed abuse in this house. Trauma and abuse has been this family's heirloom for generations. I've seen how trauma plagues relationships. Relationships with your peers, your partner, your friends, etc. I'm at an age where my childhood shit is coming back to bite me in the ass and I've become more insecure, fragmented, doubtful, and scared. I hate feeling like a horrible human being. Suicide gives me the certainty I need to discontinue the cycle. No more children will be hurt and scarred. Not from my hands. Not from my future children's hands, if I would've had any if I don't kill myself.