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Kimcarsons91
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- Jul 11, 2019
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I feel my mind leaving me. I am annoyed and tired.
Where can I find the courage to just do this?
Where can I find the courage to just do this?
I don't think its courage so much as desperation mixed with a firm concrete acceptance of ones true lot in life and being unwilling to go on.
My life is completely ruined, but I can't accept my 'true lot'. I don't know why .. well, I do, it's because years of abuse and a horrible living situation destroyed my health and forced me to act in ways that went against my own nature, just to survive. So I feel haunted by the life I never got to live if genuine intervention had just happened when I needed it, and don't feel like CTB is my own choice. It's making it impossible to just let go and attempt, even though I'm just watching my existence literally erode into nothing.
Hi Hun,
I totally identify with being haunted by the life I didn't get to live if intervention had arrived on time...... I feel the same way. For me its like the rest of my life will be a consolation prize.... But interesting that you feel CTB is not your choice? Is this because you feel forced to leave simply due to your circumstances? I'm a huge proponent of self deliverance as the ultimate expression of control and chioce. But I can see for many that it is an unwelcome option......
Im.watching my life erode into.nothing too.... well written post my friend.....
I feel like my own family is passive aggressively telling me to kill my self. They are asking yo impossible of me as a disabled person and then making me feel guilty for being a burden. And then use the assertive crap you'd use on a healthy person "wellif you can't do this and you can't pay that that, then what do you plan on doing"
When I respond with "what choices do I have"
They respond with "I'm focusing on my own life". Fully knowing I'll be disabled and on the street in that eventuality.
And then getting accused of being crazy when I say that I don't have many options outside of suicide.
In my situation I feel like the most logical and sane option is suicide. How is being physically and neurally disabled living on the street or in an institution where they give you poison making your life miserable a sane option?
I don't think its courage so much as desperation mixed with a firm concrete acceptance of ones true lot in life and being unwilling to go on.
I feel the same way, I realize ctb has to be for me, because the ones I want to cate wont anyway.Man, do I relate to this... The people who are supposed to care about you make it SO EASY for you to kill yourself. They turn it around and say, "you're being selfish, you wouldn't do that to your son, would you?" Well, you know what? I think they are truly the ones who lack empathy. They are so involved with their own life they will never know the pain that we feel. This life is absurd.
One of the things that holds me back is I don't want to give these people an excuse to mourn me. Why is it when you die everyone asks, "what could I have done?" You could have held me. You could have tried to see things through my eyes. You could bave dropped that argument and just said, "I love you. You mean something to me." That is what is so hard about letting go. I have a very strong proclivity to love but there's not a reciprocation. All I have is my son and he's young enough that I wouldn't hurt him by leaving. Everyone would tell him stories and inflate me up to be something I never was to any of these people. That seems preferable to showing him who I really am: a shell.
I believe this too. My lot in life is certainly concrete. Desperation hasn't set in just because I'm so damn tired all of the time. As much as I am bitter to people aroubd me, I also don't want to leave them a bloody corpse to find. As much as I would like to sometimes just be like, see? I fucking told you I was this bad. Now, I'm dead. Do not mourn me. No funerals. Fuck you all for nit listening.
Instead... I feel like I just have nothing left. I probably wouldn't even leave a note at this point. I have nothing left to say.
are u on dysabylyty? where u from dear?I'm 51. My dream was to get married and have a family.
Instead, I was molested by my brother when I was 5 who gave me Herpes. I had an alcoholic abusive father and a mother who supported my brother.
I never had friends. Never went to the prom or had a sweet 16. Never went to a movie with a friend.
Never seriously dated, and when I did, they were losers and I took them because I had nobody else who wanted me.
I don't understand what it is like to do normal things that everyone does and takes for granted.
Now I don't leave my apartment. The only human contact I have is on this forum. It's the first time I have human contact. I basically don't get out of bed.
This isn't life. It's existing.
I feel the same way, I realize ctb has to be for me, because the ones I want to cate wont anyway.