It'sNotLookingGood
You Know I Couldn't Last
- Mar 1, 2020
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Gradually, over the past maybe 2/3 months, I've come to realise I have just no hope for the future at all. Like I've come fully to accept that this is it, there won't be a happy ending, and the feeling is permanent, good days or bad.
You can lie to others easily, lie to yourself a lot of the time, but when your head hits the pillow at night and it's just you and your thoughts - you can't bullshit yourself then - and I am devoid of hope.
I still recogonise all the good in my life, the innumerable ways that I am so so blessed - this isn't a depression blog post - but for the longest time I always had at least a little spark of hope, even if I knew it was silly to have one. But that spark is gone now. and it's very... odd.
It feels like I'm no longer convincing myself that ctb is what's for me based on evidence, rather now I completely believe it, accept it - truly.
Loss of hope, loss of that spark - it's weird. I don't think it's bad, it's not made me feel any worse, but it does make me feel... idk, (about ctb) less anxious, less emotional, assured...?
I am in a better place now that I was this time last year: I like myself more, I've had experiences that I value so so much, experiences that I never thought I would ever get the opportunity to have, let alone that I would grasp said opportunities.
Yet the spark is gone, deep down I genuinely no longer have any belief at all that it could get better, that I could be someone happy, fulfilled, balanced etc. Even someone who's just generally okay.
Perhaps this is because I've seen the way normal people live, because I can manage ""fit in"" to a decent extent, but deep down I know it's an act, pretending, a facade. That my true self is not comfortable, or at ease. Instead, my true self is closer to be terrified and constantly wanting to get out and be alone - but being alone makes me feel bad too. It's a lose-lose situation. Be an alien among people, or live a life of solitude - I don't like either of those options. I have lots of other issues too, but it all seems to hinge on this. I feel I could push through those other issues if there were reason to, but while the aforementioned dilemma exists (alien or solitude), I am not a strong enough person to do so, I don't even really want to do so because it would feel pointless.
Perhaps it's also due to the fact I now have everything I need/everything I want to ctb, all hidden away in a nice box together. Maybe to some extent, what I'm feeling is desensitisation?
As I type this now, I am not especially depressed - in fact, this week has been a better one than the average. But the spark is still gone.
Has anyone else dealt with the complete loss of hope? Perhaps you all have, and I'm incredibly slow for it having taken me around 4 years of feeling increasingly suicidal to reach this point. I always believed I would be incredibly anxious right before ctb - now - I'm not sure I will be.
Any thoughts/comments are really welcomed and encouraged! Anyone else experienced/experiencing this too?
Thanks:)
You can lie to others easily, lie to yourself a lot of the time, but when your head hits the pillow at night and it's just you and your thoughts - you can't bullshit yourself then - and I am devoid of hope.
I still recogonise all the good in my life, the innumerable ways that I am so so blessed - this isn't a depression blog post - but for the longest time I always had at least a little spark of hope, even if I knew it was silly to have one. But that spark is gone now. and it's very... odd.
It feels like I'm no longer convincing myself that ctb is what's for me based on evidence, rather now I completely believe it, accept it - truly.
Loss of hope, loss of that spark - it's weird. I don't think it's bad, it's not made me feel any worse, but it does make me feel... idk, (about ctb) less anxious, less emotional, assured...?
I am in a better place now that I was this time last year: I like myself more, I've had experiences that I value so so much, experiences that I never thought I would ever get the opportunity to have, let alone that I would grasp said opportunities.
Yet the spark is gone, deep down I genuinely no longer have any belief at all that it could get better, that I could be someone happy, fulfilled, balanced etc. Even someone who's just generally okay.
Perhaps this is because I've seen the way normal people live, because I can manage ""fit in"" to a decent extent, but deep down I know it's an act, pretending, a facade. That my true self is not comfortable, or at ease. Instead, my true self is closer to be terrified and constantly wanting to get out and be alone - but being alone makes me feel bad too. It's a lose-lose situation. Be an alien among people, or live a life of solitude - I don't like either of those options. I have lots of other issues too, but it all seems to hinge on this. I feel I could push through those other issues if there were reason to, but while the aforementioned dilemma exists (alien or solitude), I am not a strong enough person to do so, I don't even really want to do so because it would feel pointless.
Perhaps it's also due to the fact I now have everything I need/everything I want to ctb, all hidden away in a nice box together. Maybe to some extent, what I'm feeling is desensitisation?
As I type this now, I am not especially depressed - in fact, this week has been a better one than the average. But the spark is still gone.
Has anyone else dealt with the complete loss of hope? Perhaps you all have, and I'm incredibly slow for it having taken me around 4 years of feeling increasingly suicidal to reach this point. I always believed I would be incredibly anxious right before ctb - now - I'm not sure I will be.
Any thoughts/comments are really welcomed and encouraged! Anyone else experienced/experiencing this too?
Thanks:)
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