Venting The Appeal of Death

[forevertheproblem]

Over the last year I have had many suicidal thoughts. It wasn't like this but here I am. Every setback now hits harder than the last. Thoughts of my mother falling severly ill, and giving up or worse, euthanizing my dog. I keep trying to talk to people, but I feel disappointed. Everything is very simple for them: I simply cannot be alone; therapy is useless because you just cry to your therapist, and nobody can help you if you cannot help yourself. I have no money for prescription pills or alcohol- which made me feel something other than sadness in a very long time. Speaking to a therapist does not feel useful as it once did, for 40 minutes 'ranting' is not going to take the sadness and helplessness away. It has come to a point where seeing others happy makes me envious and even jealous sometimes. Dying seems like a great option. It will solve my problems as there is no guarantee if I will ever escape the state of mind I keep returning to.

 

[itsgone2]

Yes. I see death as the better path.

Years of struggle and likely still not happy.

Or, get the guts to end it.

End it seems right. Life sucks anyway unless you're rich