february in alaska
wandering aimlessly
- Sep 13, 2023
- 465
This has been genuinely pissing me off tonight.
Over the last few months I have gone through so much internal conflict over hurting people I care about when I CTB. I've done everything I can to plan ahead and make sure I'm mitigating damage where I can, making sure they'll have good memories, writing notes, taking pictures, leaving voice recordings, apologizing, moving the date around.... the only reason I even hesitate now is because I don't want to hurt anyone else. Hell, the reason I didn't CTB ten years ago is because I don't want to hurt them.
But the fact of the matter is I'm the one who ends up suffering more for it. I live for others instead of myself and it doesn't make my life more bearable in the slightest. It feels like I've been stretching myself out over stolen time, trying to force myself to keep going, and I'm finally reaching the breaking point. It's my life, isn't it? The people I care about shouldn't want me to suffer. So why am I the one who has to go through all of this alone, deal with mental illness, plan it all out, die, alone, and I still have to have their grief weighing on my shoulders?
Suicidal people have so much shit to deal with already, but that's not enough, no. We have to worry about how everyone else is going to feel about us killing ourselves. Why is that on us?
Suicide hotlines and support groups and therapists and institutions and psychologists and everyone else will tell me the "right" thing to do is to keep living. That the "right" thing to do is to keep suffering, day after day, to keep being miserable for years to come. So maybe deciding to CTB is selfish and cowardly and immoral and all the things the world says it is, but even if it is, I just don't fucking care anymore.
Over the last few months I have gone through so much internal conflict over hurting people I care about when I CTB. I've done everything I can to plan ahead and make sure I'm mitigating damage where I can, making sure they'll have good memories, writing notes, taking pictures, leaving voice recordings, apologizing, moving the date around.... the only reason I even hesitate now is because I don't want to hurt anyone else. Hell, the reason I didn't CTB ten years ago is because I don't want to hurt them.
But the fact of the matter is I'm the one who ends up suffering more for it. I live for others instead of myself and it doesn't make my life more bearable in the slightest. It feels like I've been stretching myself out over stolen time, trying to force myself to keep going, and I'm finally reaching the breaking point. It's my life, isn't it? The people I care about shouldn't want me to suffer. So why am I the one who has to go through all of this alone, deal with mental illness, plan it all out, die, alone, and I still have to have their grief weighing on my shoulders?
Suicidal people have so much shit to deal with already, but that's not enough, no. We have to worry about how everyone else is going to feel about us killing ourselves. Why is that on us?
Suicide hotlines and support groups and therapists and institutions and psychologists and everyone else will tell me the "right" thing to do is to keep living. That the "right" thing to do is to keep suffering, day after day, to keep being miserable for years to come. So maybe deciding to CTB is selfish and cowardly and immoral and all the things the world says it is, but even if it is, I just don't fucking care anymore.