
AnotherTragicName
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- Sep 10, 2021
- 83
The last weeks, I really wanted to push through with suicide.
Still, I couldn't do it. May it be because of SI. Or lazyness. Or uncertainty. Or fear. I don't know. Maybe a bit of all.
What I do know is, that I don't see a chance of a life worth living in my future. All I see is a pile of compromisses, emptiness etc, because I'm apparently not capable of making meaningful bonds, therefore doomed to be alone. Unfortunately, I'm deeply social. So I would just navigate through life without real joy or goals (or worse, huge suffering very likely regarding experience), till I become physically sick one day as most people do and from this point, it will be straight up hell (well then for certain).
Anyway. Since I didn't push through yet, I had time to contemplate. I do believe in reincarnation, therefore I'm terrified by bad karma.
How much good did I really do in this life? How much did I do for others, not because it was my duty, not because I wanted to have something back, but just so, so others are happy?
Yes, I did work as a nurse for a while in my life, but did I really do it by heart? And not because I liked the image of the "good person" in front of myself, the chance of beating my social anxiety, having a reason to be around people and talk to them, be empathatic (which is my only strength, probably)? Didn't I really do it for myself?
How much did I do out of love?
Maybe that's an explanation why I'm so alone nowadays. But maybe it's just because I'm boring AF. Maybe people are not really looking for love, but for pleasure.
Which I wasn't able to deliver as expected.
Still, my parents DO love me. Unperfect as they are, as much as they made me the way I am, they do try to help me. I'm 27 and still allowed to live with them again after my last fail in life.
All they want, is that their children are happy. They did a lot for us, financially. Like seriously a lot. They are not rich, still they made it possible that I chase my dreams in this life, and now, that I study.
And how do I thank it to them? With doing my best to finally die.
I know how devasted my mother was as my sister died due to alcoholism at the age of 32 (we are unhappy motherfuckers, runs in the family... especially for the 2 of us).
And I will make my mother repeat that cicle of pain?
I had to cry the last days to the realisation, that I love them. We are not really having a good time together, but I'm thankful, a lot, and I wish the best to them.
And that karma, may it exist, will fuck me up the ass when I leave this world without getting much love out there, terrifies me.
But how could it be otherwise? Im sick since I remember, I was fighting for each drop of happiness. How can one really concider to truely love, when he is in such a state? When he is fighting for survival, basically? And yes, to be honest, also greedy, because one could always be happier, when you find a little bit of that gold?
So now... it's easier to go full ego-mode and end my suffering (probably, not regarding afterlife) or to stay, not because a thirst of life, but because I don't wanna make it more fucked up for some people, at least my parents. Others will grief aswell, but they will manage, we are not really integral parts of the life of the others, just saying "hi" now and then, lets say.
Life could be kinda okay-ish, if I am very lucky and try hard. But really, there is nothing I lock forward to, I know it's pretty much waiting around in this life, because I do not belong here.
Tough titties... Would you concider to stay out of love? I know one user here on the forum stays for its dog... so heartwarming.
Still, I couldn't do it. May it be because of SI. Or lazyness. Or uncertainty. Or fear. I don't know. Maybe a bit of all.
What I do know is, that I don't see a chance of a life worth living in my future. All I see is a pile of compromisses, emptiness etc, because I'm apparently not capable of making meaningful bonds, therefore doomed to be alone. Unfortunately, I'm deeply social. So I would just navigate through life without real joy or goals (or worse, huge suffering very likely regarding experience), till I become physically sick one day as most people do and from this point, it will be straight up hell (well then for certain).
Anyway. Since I didn't push through yet, I had time to contemplate. I do believe in reincarnation, therefore I'm terrified by bad karma.
How much good did I really do in this life? How much did I do for others, not because it was my duty, not because I wanted to have something back, but just so, so others are happy?
Yes, I did work as a nurse for a while in my life, but did I really do it by heart? And not because I liked the image of the "good person" in front of myself, the chance of beating my social anxiety, having a reason to be around people and talk to them, be empathatic (which is my only strength, probably)? Didn't I really do it for myself?
How much did I do out of love?
Maybe that's an explanation why I'm so alone nowadays. But maybe it's just because I'm boring AF. Maybe people are not really looking for love, but for pleasure.
Which I wasn't able to deliver as expected.
Still, my parents DO love me. Unperfect as they are, as much as they made me the way I am, they do try to help me. I'm 27 and still allowed to live with them again after my last fail in life.
All they want, is that their children are happy. They did a lot for us, financially. Like seriously a lot. They are not rich, still they made it possible that I chase my dreams in this life, and now, that I study.
And how do I thank it to them? With doing my best to finally die.
I know how devasted my mother was as my sister died due to alcoholism at the age of 32 (we are unhappy motherfuckers, runs in the family... especially for the 2 of us).
And I will make my mother repeat that cicle of pain?
I had to cry the last days to the realisation, that I love them. We are not really having a good time together, but I'm thankful, a lot, and I wish the best to them.
And that karma, may it exist, will fuck me up the ass when I leave this world without getting much love out there, terrifies me.
But how could it be otherwise? Im sick since I remember, I was fighting for each drop of happiness. How can one really concider to truely love, when he is in such a state? When he is fighting for survival, basically? And yes, to be honest, also greedy, because one could always be happier, when you find a little bit of that gold?
So now... it's easier to go full ego-mode and end my suffering (probably, not regarding afterlife) or to stay, not because a thirst of life, but because I don't wanna make it more fucked up for some people, at least my parents. Others will grief aswell, but they will manage, we are not really integral parts of the life of the others, just saying "hi" now and then, lets say.
Life could be kinda okay-ish, if I am very lucky and try hard. But really, there is nothing I lock forward to, I know it's pretty much waiting around in this life, because I do not belong here.
Tough titties... Would you concider to stay out of love? I know one user here on the forum stays for its dog... so heartwarming.