piddincir
Student
- Nov 6, 2023
- 182
I recently lost my wife to suicide, some of you might have read my previous posts.
Since that day I've been in somewhat of an existential crisis, internally battling the fear of death against the fear of living, I've read this in a lot of other peoples posts as well. One will win out I am sure and I am sure that it will not be life, I am sure I will know when the time is right but has reminded me of a quote by Nietzsche I read when I was younger that stuck with me - "The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night."
I was never really suicidal before but had often through what was the point of life and I couldn't be bothered with it many times, mostly out of laziness and the bullshit of life working your whole life for material things but I remember reading this and thinking if life ever got so bad then there was a way out. Love became my reason for existence, but that light has now been extinguished.
It randomly popped into my head and has left me thinking about it. Thinking of my own death and no longer existing is probably the reason I am still here now. I cannot think or properly process my loss, I can't look at pictures or listen to music all I can do is think constantly about ending it all, the only way I can sleep is by thinking that when I wake it is my last day on this earth.
It's a strange concept - taking comfort in knowing you'll die but that thought keeping you alive.
Does anyone relate? keen to get others perspective on this
Since that day I've been in somewhat of an existential crisis, internally battling the fear of death against the fear of living, I've read this in a lot of other peoples posts as well. One will win out I am sure and I am sure that it will not be life, I am sure I will know when the time is right but has reminded me of a quote by Nietzsche I read when I was younger that stuck with me - "The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night."
I was never really suicidal before but had often through what was the point of life and I couldn't be bothered with it many times, mostly out of laziness and the bullshit of life working your whole life for material things but I remember reading this and thinking if life ever got so bad then there was a way out. Love became my reason for existence, but that light has now been extinguished.
It randomly popped into my head and has left me thinking about it. Thinking of my own death and no longer existing is probably the reason I am still here now. I cannot think or properly process my loss, I can't look at pictures or listen to music all I can do is think constantly about ending it all, the only way I can sleep is by thinking that when I wake it is my last day on this earth.
It's a strange concept - taking comfort in knowing you'll die but that thought keeping you alive.
Does anyone relate? keen to get others perspective on this