Venting The final stretch of my life was a bitter journey through unrelenting misery, a cruel punchline to the tragic joke that is existence.

[Oneness]

These last months have been nothing but a long, painful road of misery. It's like life's playing a sick joke on us all. Honestly, I've had enough. I'm seriously thinking about checking out next month. This whole existence is just too much to bear.

I tried antidepressants, therapy, meditation, psychedelics, talking to my friends and every other trick in the book. Ultimately nothing took my sadness away. The person I loved the most left me a few months back, and things have just been getting worse since then. I can't shake the feeling that no one will ever love me like that again. There's just no hope left. I'm done.

 

[FuneralCry]

I understand why you'd just permanently wish to be free from all the suffering existing causes, existing really is so dreadful.