SomewhatLoved
Bringing out the Dead and Searching for the Living
- Apr 12, 2023
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I've been suicidal as long as I can remember. I don't really remember when it even started, but I remember going to the psychologist and being assessed for depressive behaviors and denying that I had suicidal thoughts. Even at my young age, I knew that being open may get me in trouble. For my whole life I've felt a lack of purpose. There hasn't been anything pushing me forward other than apathy and a lack of bravery to commit suicide with the methods available to me. If there was a pill that could make me fall asleep and never wake up again, I would take it without hesitation.
A few years ago, I met my partner. He's wonderful in every way, and I've wanted nothing but to make him happy. I feel that there's never been much point in me living for myself, but I've been more than happy to live to make him happy. I've enjoyed being his partner, and I've found meaning in it, unlike any other meaning I have had before. But recently he expressed to me that I don't "excite" him anymore. He doesn't look forward to seeing me the way he used to, and if I'm being honest with myself I noticed these changes in his behavior a while before he admitted it to me. He used to come meet me at the door whenever I came over and kiss me and hug me, but now he just stays in his bed and waits for me to come to him. It's harder than anything I've ever experienced before. The only reason I have ever felt like going forward is now slipping from my grip.
A few years ago, I met my partner. He's wonderful in every way, and I've wanted nothing but to make him happy. I feel that there's never been much point in me living for myself, but I've been more than happy to live to make him happy. I've enjoyed being his partner, and I've found meaning in it, unlike any other meaning I have had before. But recently he expressed to me that I don't "excite" him anymore. He doesn't look forward to seeing me the way he used to, and if I'm being honest with myself I noticed these changes in his behavior a while before he admitted it to me. He used to come meet me at the door whenever I came over and kiss me and hug me, but now he just stays in his bed and waits for me to come to him. It's harder than anything I've ever experienced before. The only reason I have ever felt like going forward is now slipping from my grip.