nozomu
Global Mod // will i wiN my recovery arc
- Nov 28, 2022
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I'm thinking a lot about this since I may be impulsive tonight (if I go, I'll post a goodbye thread first so please don't treat this like one). I think it's really shitty to call suicide selfish. We are just trying to find peace and be without pain.
Especially with how people treat frank discussion of suicide. Very few people view it as liberation. You all are the only people on earth I can be open with about suicide. Everyone else judges me. Tells me my feelings are too much. Abandons me for my feelings. Tries to tell me to get "help" when I'm asking them for help. Tells me they just want me to be ok but does nothing to make my life less painful.
I just know everyone's going to call me selfish when I go. They're gonna be pissed with me that I didn't tough it out.
But no one fucking considers how long I've had to sit with my pain, and the amount of time I've both tried to live it out, and subsequently, the amount of time I've had to spend reconciling with my own death. How long I've had to be cyclically grieving my own existence. None of them will care about my decision even though I tried to lay it out plainly how I am feeling and how much I am hurting. How is it selfish when I desperately tried and fought to keep my life, but I'm at the end and crying out for help but no one listens? How could it possibly be selfish to take care of myself for once?
I'm in fucking misery every day going through the grief of the fact my only option left is to fucking die. I'm angry and hurt that I can't escape this pain without death and that I do my best to be a kind, virtuous individual who is loving and helpful to others, but receives very little in return, because there's only so much I can do to ease the pain of my existence on my own. I'm sad that I can't live my life anymore and give the love to others I so desperately want to give. I can't experience and bask in the joy of life anymore. And I just wanted to share that joy with people I care about. I'm distraught that I can't move forward and live honestly and freely anymore. I have so much to give to the world. I don't want to die. But I can't continue like this. I want to live so bad but the pain is too fucking much.
I'm so heartbroken that I tried for this long and it's still so painful. It doesn't get better. You just find little distractions along the way that make you forget about the horrible things you've felt and been through. Sometimes the distractions are enough to carry you to the grave. But I cannot be disillusioned any longer. I cannot be saved. The pain weighs on me too much.
I am trying my best to die responsibly. I'm trying to wait for the time to be right and not be impulsive. I'm trying to make my own arrangements so no one has to worry about anything. I'm trying to pick a method that won't inconvenience others. I'm trying to leave things behind for people I care about so they know how much I love them. I'm literally planning my own death and the weight of this is insane to carry. I have to responsibly plan my death and carry around all this grief and pain ON TOP of how I already feel. And the fact I don't even want to die. I'm just trying to take care of myself in the face of this pain.
I write out these feelings and I really can't believe that some people will just call me selfish. Even though in planning my suicide, and trying to do it responsibly, I think it is an act of love. At least for myself. I would hope my loved ones might see how meticulously I took care of my death. Maybe they'll remember my words. My pain. And then maybe they won't call me selfish. But I unfortunately just don't think that will happen because of the social narrative surrounding suicide.
Sorry this is so long. I have a lot of feelings on this topic and I'm just rambling
Especially with how people treat frank discussion of suicide. Very few people view it as liberation. You all are the only people on earth I can be open with about suicide. Everyone else judges me. Tells me my feelings are too much. Abandons me for my feelings. Tries to tell me to get "help" when I'm asking them for help. Tells me they just want me to be ok but does nothing to make my life less painful.
I just know everyone's going to call me selfish when I go. They're gonna be pissed with me that I didn't tough it out.
But no one fucking considers how long I've had to sit with my pain, and the amount of time I've both tried to live it out, and subsequently, the amount of time I've had to spend reconciling with my own death. How long I've had to be cyclically grieving my own existence. None of them will care about my decision even though I tried to lay it out plainly how I am feeling and how much I am hurting. How is it selfish when I desperately tried and fought to keep my life, but I'm at the end and crying out for help but no one listens? How could it possibly be selfish to take care of myself for once?
I'm in fucking misery every day going through the grief of the fact my only option left is to fucking die. I'm angry and hurt that I can't escape this pain without death and that I do my best to be a kind, virtuous individual who is loving and helpful to others, but receives very little in return, because there's only so much I can do to ease the pain of my existence on my own. I'm sad that I can't live my life anymore and give the love to others I so desperately want to give. I can't experience and bask in the joy of life anymore. And I just wanted to share that joy with people I care about. I'm distraught that I can't move forward and live honestly and freely anymore. I have so much to give to the world. I don't want to die. But I can't continue like this. I want to live so bad but the pain is too fucking much.
I'm so heartbroken that I tried for this long and it's still so painful. It doesn't get better. You just find little distractions along the way that make you forget about the horrible things you've felt and been through. Sometimes the distractions are enough to carry you to the grave. But I cannot be disillusioned any longer. I cannot be saved. The pain weighs on me too much.
I am trying my best to die responsibly. I'm trying to wait for the time to be right and not be impulsive. I'm trying to make my own arrangements so no one has to worry about anything. I'm trying to pick a method that won't inconvenience others. I'm trying to leave things behind for people I care about so they know how much I love them. I'm literally planning my own death and the weight of this is insane to carry. I have to responsibly plan my death and carry around all this grief and pain ON TOP of how I already feel. And the fact I don't even want to die. I'm just trying to take care of myself in the face of this pain.
I write out these feelings and I really can't believe that some people will just call me selfish. Even though in planning my suicide, and trying to do it responsibly, I think it is an act of love. At least for myself. I would hope my loved ones might see how meticulously I took care of my death. Maybe they'll remember my words. My pain. And then maybe they won't call me selfish. But I unfortunately just don't think that will happen because of the social narrative surrounding suicide.
Sorry this is so long. I have a lot of feelings on this topic and I'm just rambling