
KuriGohan&Kamehameha
想死不能 - 想活不能
- Nov 23, 2020
- 1,801
I don't see what else can be done. It is time for me to face the inevitable. I have to die. If I can hold out till January, I think I can finally put an end to this unrelenting suffering. Sorry in advance to whoever has to find my body.
If I don't go soon, things are going to get worse, much worse. For over a year now, I have been hanging on by a delicate thread which threatens to snap at any moment. One wrong move and the ligature breaks for good.
People repeat the same tired lines over and over again. A script I know all too well. They assure me that holding out is worthwhile, for something good must come of all this struggle. There's bound to be a treatment someday for CFS, eventually someone will love me unconditionally, I will get a full time job and be able to independently support myself.. Yeah right. They are living in a delusional fantasy world.
I truly can't go on like this. I have tried everything during my 22 years on this earth, I swear. My chronic pain is never going away. My cfs is never going away. My IBS, trauma, and autism are here to stay too. If there is a drug out there meant to be used for my conditions, you can bet I've tried it, including illicit psychedelics. Pretty much every modality of therapy has been a massive failure too.
The gaping hole that's been pierced through my heart and left to rot can only fester as widens. There is no getting over the pain caused by your mother essentially abandoning you as a baby, your alcoholic father dying while you're in primary school, enduring nasty abuse from his remaining family members and having to watch relatives try to ctb in front of you during your adolescence, scarred by the medical industry, being sexually abused by men, and never experiencing the feeling of unconditional love.
There is nothing that ties me to this world anymore. I rely on others to survive, and they could care less. My best friend has all but left me to dry. My partner of over two years kept threatening to leave me and eventually broke up with me, taking me back recently under precarious conditions. I was told last week that if I don't want to be alone, I better shut up and listen. Do you know how much those venomous words wound me?
I just want to be loved and cherished. The universe will not allow that. To every potential partner/close connection, I am a disposable sex toy. A freakshow novelty that they pity then use up until their lust fades. People don't seem to truly love each other, all they want is to extract every last drop of hedonistic whimsy from your interactions, then immediately dip out as if it were all a prank.
I lost my only other close friend on account of this. After he said he was no longer interested in me, due to the level of commitment I require as a consequence of my disabilities, he got drunk and came complaining to me about how other women in our course won't sleep with him, why won't they like him instead- no offense to me, he said, but obviously offense was taken.
It proved to me that he was ashamed of me. He didn't want anyone to know he was involved with that weird sick girl. It is so horrible when you struggle to care for yourself and do basic tasks, yet you're forced to drag yourself to your sparsely timetabled lectures at university, only to be ignored or laughed at by someone who claimed to be one of your closest mates for over a year. It's like being slapped in the face.
I can hardly do anything. The weakness, fatigue, and pain guarentees I spend most of my time in bed. I physically will not be able to work full time when I'm graduated, however everyone I speak to about this gaslights me and tells me I am capable of skilled labor, I just need to find a "chill job." Do they not understand?
With each passing day I am fading more and more. Realistically what options do I have besides ctb? There is nothing left, save for the sweet release of death that will free me from my broken body.
If I don't go soon, things are going to get worse, much worse. For over a year now, I have been hanging on by a delicate thread which threatens to snap at any moment. One wrong move and the ligature breaks for good.
People repeat the same tired lines over and over again. A script I know all too well. They assure me that holding out is worthwhile, for something good must come of all this struggle. There's bound to be a treatment someday for CFS, eventually someone will love me unconditionally, I will get a full time job and be able to independently support myself.. Yeah right. They are living in a delusional fantasy world.
I truly can't go on like this. I have tried everything during my 22 years on this earth, I swear. My chronic pain is never going away. My cfs is never going away. My IBS, trauma, and autism are here to stay too. If there is a drug out there meant to be used for my conditions, you can bet I've tried it, including illicit psychedelics. Pretty much every modality of therapy has been a massive failure too.
The gaping hole that's been pierced through my heart and left to rot can only fester as widens. There is no getting over the pain caused by your mother essentially abandoning you as a baby, your alcoholic father dying while you're in primary school, enduring nasty abuse from his remaining family members and having to watch relatives try to ctb in front of you during your adolescence, scarred by the medical industry, being sexually abused by men, and never experiencing the feeling of unconditional love.
There is nothing that ties me to this world anymore. I rely on others to survive, and they could care less. My best friend has all but left me to dry. My partner of over two years kept threatening to leave me and eventually broke up with me, taking me back recently under precarious conditions. I was told last week that if I don't want to be alone, I better shut up and listen. Do you know how much those venomous words wound me?
I just want to be loved and cherished. The universe will not allow that. To every potential partner/close connection, I am a disposable sex toy. A freakshow novelty that they pity then use up until their lust fades. People don't seem to truly love each other, all they want is to extract every last drop of hedonistic whimsy from your interactions, then immediately dip out as if it were all a prank.
I lost my only other close friend on account of this. After he said he was no longer interested in me, due to the level of commitment I require as a consequence of my disabilities, he got drunk and came complaining to me about how other women in our course won't sleep with him, why won't they like him instead- no offense to me, he said, but obviously offense was taken.
It proved to me that he was ashamed of me. He didn't want anyone to know he was involved with that weird sick girl. It is so horrible when you struggle to care for yourself and do basic tasks, yet you're forced to drag yourself to your sparsely timetabled lectures at university, only to be ignored or laughed at by someone who claimed to be one of your closest mates for over a year. It's like being slapped in the face.
I can hardly do anything. The weakness, fatigue, and pain guarentees I spend most of my time in bed. I physically will not be able to work full time when I'm graduated, however everyone I speak to about this gaslights me and tells me I am capable of skilled labor, I just need to find a "chill job." Do they not understand?
With each passing day I am fading more and more. Realistically what options do I have besides ctb? There is nothing left, save for the sweet release of death that will free me from my broken body.