Yes I thought I was in recovery. It was all a lie. I was lying to myself thinking I could do it. Life is just so complicated and disastrous right now more came down the pipe I wasn't ready for. It's never ending. I have to leave this world and soon. I'm just really scared.
It's definitely scary, the thought of dying, even for those of us who thought we had genuinely come to terms with it, who have cried out to God between breaths, as we gasped for air as we sobbed, begging him for an end. I knew all along, though, that I God, in fact, had predispositioned me with what I was wishing for, be it in the form of a firearm, or a length of rope, or what have you. However, that was not the answer I wanted. What I really wanted was for God to make me never to have existed. Beg as I might, that prayer was not to be answered. Next in line, was for God to just stop my heart, or to just go to sleep and not wake up. That way, we wouldn't necessarily know we were dying. We wouldn't have to anticipate it, wait for it, plan it, prepare for it, or see it coming. Now, as I sit, holding in my hands the solution to every problem I've ever had, thought I had, or imagined I might have in the future, I'm finding myself hesitating. "I can't do it today, because my brother called yesterday needing me." "Not today, another person I care about is having terrible with xyz, and I'm the only one who can help." "Not today, because I'm supposed to fast, but I was really hungry so I broke down and ate." "OK, today's the day, no more excuses and delays..." As it turns out, it's harder than I thought it was going to be. I can't get over this feeling that there's no good way or right time, to say goodbye, even taking into account that there's, literally, two, yes, two, people I feel bad about leaving. So then I catch myself thinking I could do it if I had company, someone to hang out with me, sit with me, while I do it. As unprobable as that is, would that even suffice to render me "ready?" This is a new, unpredicted feeling that I must now somehow come to terms with. But it's also just another problem that's popped up, one that will also be solved just as soon as I'm "ready." If you're like me, you're extremely short of time. The only method readily available to me and which I am currently able to procure, and which is remotely acceptable, is SN. Some say it might not be a pretty as PN in the PPH would have us believe. However, I find guns too violent, I'm deathly afraid of heights, too chicken to hang or strangulate myself. And dying in any way is going to be uncomfortable, regardless
ordered my SN today and have been reading up on stans guide. Have to say it's got me pretty shaken up and scared. However, even when reading how it works and what it does… I dunno. I still feel like it's worth it. It truly does not sound like a peaceful way to go just less painful. Truth is none of us really know other then what we have read. I don't know….
So, the ultimate question is, if I'm brave enough to consider staying alive, with all the problems and worries and troubles facing me for the rest of my life, am I not brave enough to tolerate a couple or a few hours of "discomfort" in order to, finally, be free?