I feel like I don't even belong here bcuz I'm not suicidal, I want to live, but I'm dying a slow death that truly hurts unable to live as a normal human being as I die making matters worse. How I wake up each day is unbelievable. The torture I endure everyday bedridden is hell. But the thought of suicide scares the hell out me, I have to, but I can't.
I can't relate to people who don't want to live life, I want to live so badly but my physical ailments are destroying me slowly.
I feel you there, if very vaguely.
I'm epileptic. Neuros keep feeding disgusting hope with a side dish of "don't worry, you either fit for the surgery or you don't. You can't influence that, so just don't worry!"
That's my reason.
I can't imagine a fraction of your pain. I've been "bed ridden" only once so far, and even that was controlled by the fact they have stupidly short eeg cables. I was basically chained to a wall, except with shitty cable and not an actual chain. I feel your last line too on myself. If it wasn't for this stupid condition, I'd be a super happy man.
I don't want to sleep anymore , I can't face waking up again. The little bit of sleep I get is not my friend anymore, it's just fooling me
I feel you on that. Something fucked up my sleep lately and instead of a normal night, I sleep in naps. At night, I mean.
Sleep for hour, wake up, go for half hour walk, try to sleep again. Another hour or 90 minutes, another walk.