FireFox
Enlightened
- Apr 8, 2020
- 1,745
I turned 26 a couple of minutes ago despite everything that has happened this year at the prime age of 25 I have done so much with my life and I am so proud of myself but still it's not enough to make me want to live.
At 25 years old I spent autumn in Venice and it was the best autumn ever with everyday being an adventure. I never felt so happy and alive. Weeks later I ended up in a higher salary job than my previous when I came back to the UK. I had the most magical Christmas ever. I brought over 20 presents for my grandmother, mother and sister with my work salary.
When I was younger I always wanted to live and work in another country. In January this year I was living and working in Zambia as a digtal nomad enjoying the warm weather and free from the British cold. By day I was working remotely and night time I was stargazing. Weekends I had roadtrips across the country. I went to a game park resort and it was so fun being driven around a game park seeing the animals. Most people will never experience that. The only thing I hated about staying Zambia was seeing my awful toxic relatives. I loved the pandemic because the travel ban meant no longer seeing them anymore.
I still want to die and I plan to kill myself in my 30s. I really wanted to live, overcome all my anxieties, find a man who loves me for me and be happy but that won't happen for me. I don't want to see another a decade anymore.
I have struggled to fit in all my life and never belonged. My immediate family yes love me but they don't understand me at all it can be frustrating at times especially as they refuse to listen. I am too different from my family and my relatives are terrible people. I am now more isolated than ever because the people I grew up are getting married and have stable careers then I have failed to have my life together. The pressure to have it together before 30 feels too much and hence why I want to die at 30
At 25 years old I spent autumn in Venice and it was the best autumn ever with everyday being an adventure. I never felt so happy and alive. Weeks later I ended up in a higher salary job than my previous when I came back to the UK. I had the most magical Christmas ever. I brought over 20 presents for my grandmother, mother and sister with my work salary.
When I was younger I always wanted to live and work in another country. In January this year I was living and working in Zambia as a digtal nomad enjoying the warm weather and free from the British cold. By day I was working remotely and night time I was stargazing. Weekends I had roadtrips across the country. I went to a game park resort and it was so fun being driven around a game park seeing the animals. Most people will never experience that. The only thing I hated about staying Zambia was seeing my awful toxic relatives. I loved the pandemic because the travel ban meant no longer seeing them anymore.
I still want to die and I plan to kill myself in my 30s. I really wanted to live, overcome all my anxieties, find a man who loves me for me and be happy but that won't happen for me. I don't want to see another a decade anymore.
I have struggled to fit in all my life and never belonged. My immediate family yes love me but they don't understand me at all it can be frustrating at times especially as they refuse to listen. I am too different from my family and my relatives are terrible people. I am now more isolated than ever because the people I grew up are getting married and have stable careers then I have failed to have my life together. The pressure to have it together before 30 feels too much and hence why I want to die at 30