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Peanuts aren't nuts! They're seeds!
- Jan 21, 2021
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Both exist in me- in all of us. Wanting to leave has been a road I have been walking on for a very very very long time. The same hands that feed me and keep me alive spend the evening writing suicide notes moving me closer to my exit. How odd to exist in such a way... to move so fiercely towards death and life, both. On one desktop I am checking application status for PhD programs and, on another, I am perfecting my SN regimen. I'm not anti-life. I love life (on a fundamental level). I think suicide has dignity and humanity. Suicide can be more humane than life itself. While I adore the ability to witness and feel such a vast spectrum of experience, I am finding mercy and compassion in the instinct to die. It is odd how they exist simultaneously. I'm finding that language itself is limiting in describing this duality. The death instinct, to me, feels like an inclination towards a nowhere or at least somewhere not here.
This feels surreal. And I feel lucky to have a community to share these things with.
I can't imagine leaving without ever uttering a word about it to anyone.
This universe is strange.
This feels surreal. And I feel lucky to have a community to share these things with.
I can't imagine leaving without ever uttering a word about it to anyone.
This universe is strange.
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