
PI3.14
Looking for a way out
- Oct 4, 2024
- 112
I guess it's safe to say that we all want to be loved. However, I've been thinking lately how love can actually become a curse.
Now, I haven't been in romantic relationships but I'm blessed/cursed with the love of my family. They love me, they care about me, and I find it very overwhelming to deal with it.
They will cry when they see me crying. They hurt when they see me hurting. I don't know why they care so much. I'm not that perfect of a son or brother and I don't think I'm deserving of such attention.
Despite all the love they shower me with, I'm still deeply hurt and their love hasn't been able to cure my broken heart.
It's a curse. Everytime I think of suicide I see them standing at my grave, sobbing. I know my parents and siblings well, they won't recover from it ever. If I go with it then I'm also choosing to ruin the fabric of this family, their life will never be the same ever again.
Sometimes I wish I was a very bad person so they would hate me instead of loving me. That would have made things easier on me.
Being loved is good when you have it good in life and are mentally stable and a functioning adult. I'm anything but that. I'm miserable, rarely go out, spend most of the day on bed rotting away. I'm a failure, a real failure. I'm an embarrassment to my family.
I wish I can get rid of the guilt. I hate that I have people around me who cares.
Sometimes I feel it's best that I'm not in a relationship. What if even a romantic relationship can't help fix my broken soul? Then my partner will be damned too. They'll be always on the edge, just like my family, fearing that any day could be the day they see me dead by suicide. Is it ethical to subject a potential partner to this? I really hate myself more than anything.
Now, I haven't been in romantic relationships but I'm blessed/cursed with the love of my family. They love me, they care about me, and I find it very overwhelming to deal with it.
They will cry when they see me crying. They hurt when they see me hurting. I don't know why they care so much. I'm not that perfect of a son or brother and I don't think I'm deserving of such attention.
Despite all the love they shower me with, I'm still deeply hurt and their love hasn't been able to cure my broken heart.
It's a curse. Everytime I think of suicide I see them standing at my grave, sobbing. I know my parents and siblings well, they won't recover from it ever. If I go with it then I'm also choosing to ruin the fabric of this family, their life will never be the same ever again.
Sometimes I wish I was a very bad person so they would hate me instead of loving me. That would have made things easier on me.
Being loved is good when you have it good in life and are mentally stable and a functioning adult. I'm anything but that. I'm miserable, rarely go out, spend most of the day on bed rotting away. I'm a failure, a real failure. I'm an embarrassment to my family.
I wish I can get rid of the guilt. I hate that I have people around me who cares.
Sometimes I feel it's best that I'm not in a relationship. What if even a romantic relationship can't help fix my broken soul? Then my partner will be damned too. They'll be always on the edge, just like my family, fearing that any day could be the day they see me dead by suicide. Is it ethical to subject a potential partner to this? I really hate myself more than anything.