ghostspace
ghost space, ghosts pace
- Feb 10, 2020
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Currently, I'm really distressed about the impact my potential death would have on others. If that's something you'd rather not think about, please don't torture yourself by reading all my anguished ramblings of self-loathing and guilt.
Hi, it's a bad day.
I'm constantly haunted by this documentary/video I saw of people who'd lost loved ones to suicide and the absolute hell it put them through. I rewatch it when I feel impulsive/irrational because it always makes me cry and think, 'okay, okay, I'll stay,' I couldn't stand to hurt anyone like that.
Yet here I am, still wanting to not exist.
I know my family wouldn't be okay. My two younger siblings already struggle with severe depression and suicidal ideation, and my older brother and my mom have a history of depression as well. My little sister had somewhat of a breakdown in college and that was just due to her brutal depression/anxiety/panic attacks. It would completely destroy her if I left her, it would destroy all of them.
I fully believe a person has the right to die, but when I think about the trauma and pain my family would experience for the rest of their lives, how loud my absence would be (despite the fact that I feel they're better off without me, I ruin everything for them, they're happier when I'm not around) and how that would affect them, I'm consumed by guilt. That's not even a strong enough description for it, I want to kill myself for wanting to kill myself because how dare I exist if I even consider harming my family.
Would my sister still get through college and join the FBI? Would my mom blame herself every day for every little mistake she made as a parent? Would she live in constant fear that my siblings might choose to die as well? Would every missed call, every unexpected text, fill her with terror and dread? What would my brothers say when people ask them how many siblings they have and what they're all up to?
If I cause this, is it also my fault? Are those things mutually exclusive?
I believe I have a right to end the pain I feel, but it feels so wrong, like a betrayal to them. I'm their sister, they look up to me and trust me and I want to be there for them; I wish I was stronger.
Hi, it's a bad day.
I'm constantly haunted by this documentary/video I saw of people who'd lost loved ones to suicide and the absolute hell it put them through. I rewatch it when I feel impulsive/irrational because it always makes me cry and think, 'okay, okay, I'll stay,' I couldn't stand to hurt anyone like that.
Yet here I am, still wanting to not exist.
I know my family wouldn't be okay. My two younger siblings already struggle with severe depression and suicidal ideation, and my older brother and my mom have a history of depression as well. My little sister had somewhat of a breakdown in college and that was just due to her brutal depression/anxiety/panic attacks. It would completely destroy her if I left her, it would destroy all of them.
I fully believe a person has the right to die, but when I think about the trauma and pain my family would experience for the rest of their lives, how loud my absence would be (despite the fact that I feel they're better off without me, I ruin everything for them, they're happier when I'm not around) and how that would affect them, I'm consumed by guilt. That's not even a strong enough description for it, I want to kill myself for wanting to kill myself because how dare I exist if I even consider harming my family.
Would my sister still get through college and join the FBI? Would my mom blame herself every day for every little mistake she made as a parent? Would she live in constant fear that my siblings might choose to die as well? Would every missed call, every unexpected text, fill her with terror and dread? What would my brothers say when people ask them how many siblings they have and what they're all up to?
If I cause this, is it also my fault? Are those things mutually exclusive?
I believe I have a right to end the pain I feel, but it feels so wrong, like a betrayal to them. I'm their sister, they look up to me and trust me and I want to be there for them; I wish I was stronger.