dhk96
Member
- May 8, 2018
- 94
There's feeling lonely (another topic for another day) and then there's feeling alone. Not having anyone to turn to or understand how I feel. Even if they could understand, they won't come to any other conclusion other than "just live." Just try, just cope, just continue with therapy, just take your medication, just take a 'break.' In my world, all that translates to is just keep suffering.
I dont wan't to try anymore and I don't want to cope anymore. I never wanted to. I've always secretly struggled and struggled and only got to this point by half-assing everything I've done, and somehow it worked. But I can't even get myself to half-ass anything anymore. I don't want to face reality, I don't want to face change, and I don't want to face the future. I want to stop suffering, I want to stop thinking, and I want to stop feeling. I want to stop existing. I want peace. Please stop expecting me to live. Please stop expecting me to keep spending the rest of my life in fear, in anger, in sadness, in anxiousness, and in insecurity.
Honestly, I was feeling very weak today. I cried so hard under the sadness and anxiety and decided to call my older sister because I have no one else to talk to. Midway through the conversation, she said "if you were really suicidal, you would have killed yourself a long time ago." And then there was the spiel about things getting better, talk therapy, and medication helping everyone out.
Why did I even try?
I dont wan't to try anymore and I don't want to cope anymore. I never wanted to. I've always secretly struggled and struggled and only got to this point by half-assing everything I've done, and somehow it worked. But I can't even get myself to half-ass anything anymore. I don't want to face reality, I don't want to face change, and I don't want to face the future. I want to stop suffering, I want to stop thinking, and I want to stop feeling. I want to stop existing. I want peace. Please stop expecting me to live. Please stop expecting me to keep spending the rest of my life in fear, in anger, in sadness, in anxiousness, and in insecurity.
Honestly, I was feeling very weak today. I cried so hard under the sadness and anxiety and decided to call my older sister because I have no one else to talk to. Midway through the conversation, she said "if you were really suicidal, you would have killed yourself a long time ago." And then there was the spiel about things getting better, talk therapy, and medication helping everyone out.
Why did I even try?