Story Story of death, loss, and being gone

[GarageKarate07]

This is not a CTB story...sorta. While I was working at a world famous chain store with a blue and yellow logo known for screwing over employees, breaking laws, and generally fucking over society as a whole I had a friend in the back room. He was a nice guy. A little wierd but who gives a fuck. We would all bitch about the work, how they asked us to do it, how many people they "gave" us for our "really important tasks", the stupid music on the overhead, and just life in general. As a crew we laughed, threw things, cursed, made fun of each other in a loving way, and tried to live our days as happy as we could in the meat grinder of adult working class life. We always helped each other on our crew. He came down sick and stayed home. He was later accused of being drunk and told the boss "No. I'm hung over. Unless you want to send me home for that and pay me.". They sent him home and had to pay him LOL. Well, it turns out he was dying of a bad liver. Maybe his life was hard, or maybe he was just tired. I don't know what past events he had that caused him so much pain but I'm sure it's the same shit we talk about here. He missed some more days, and some more after that. Finally, he went to the hospital and didn't come back. We learned after that about his condition. He had about drank himself to death slowly. His liver and other organs just couldn't do it anymore. He still kept drinking. So now our friend was gone. No breaks, no place to recover, no help from the company or the government. Just one day he was no longer here. We put another person in his spot and things went on as they do. There was a funeral and an announcement in the paper and so on. The point is he was gone one day. We have all seen this a million times no matter how it happens. He was just gone. Whatever it is on the other side he went to that place. In a way he kinda CTB in his own way. We talk about this here often (ss). One day you are just gone. One day a loved one is just gone. It can be a comfort before CTB because it tells us that we all end up in the same place. Either from old ass age after years of being an unhealthy, unhappy, unwanted fucking tax slave (protest and help out with that shit you pro-life fucks!), or because you took your life. We will go AND there is obviously a place for us to go. Otherwise we would just linger here like fucking zombies and eat dead chickens and apparently run from Sheriffs named Rick (of all the stupid fucking names) during the apocalypse. Sadly even when we CTB life just keeps going. Our families will remember us and many will be sad for a long time but life here keeps going. Maybe the story seems stupid. I know it's not one of a kind. The people are though. We are all one of a kind and it still hurts even if your friend was a stranger to me/us. One day we/they will be gone. There is some kind of a place for us afterward. Life goes on. These are important things to remember wether we CTB or recover. I just wanted to share in case it helps anyone today. ❤

 

[the_final_countdown]

Sorry for your loss.

Death. It's a strange thing. A sad thing.

 

[x~Sophia~x]

Yes, I suspect your friend committed suicide in a round about way. It sounds like he had no quality of life and didn't care anymore, and he probably knew his drinking would eventually kill him.
Very sad, I can relate to your friend, as can many others, I assume. :(

 

[Makko]

When you realise there's nothing for you in this world, you start looking for ways out. It's not necessarily an active decision. Addictions (both to substances and to certain other things) are one of those convenient things that both help you cope with life and low-key shorten your route to death. That's why it's so widespread. It's a double-effect pill that doesn't demand any drastic decisions or a force of will. Even though it causes suffering of its own, it completely bypasses your survival instinct. Anyone can do it and it reliably gets you what you want. I'd guess it's the common man's absolutely preferred suicide method.

 

[mini_weeny]

When you realise there's nothing for you in this world, you start looking for ways out. It's not necessarily an active decision. Addictions (both to substances and to certain other things) are one of those convenient things that both help you cope with life and low-key shorten your route to death. That's why it's so widespread. It's a double-effect pill that doesn't demand any drastic decisions or a force of will. Even though it causes suffering of its own, it completely bypasses your survival instinct. Anyone can do it and it reliably gets you what you want. I'd guess it's the common man's absolutely preferred suicide method.

They call this phenomenon "diseases of despair" I think all or most of us SS users have a degree of that.