suffocatingseraphim
⸙𖦹killing the self as to protect it from harm𖦹⸙
- Feb 6, 2020
- 105
I just got home from the vet, as I had to put down one of my pets. We could no longer afford to support her how she needed to be supported. We had to put her down due to surgery complications that resulted in her partially disemboweling herself post-op. I'll spare the details, but, it would be unethical to keep her alive after that point, and she'd gone into shock after pulling out her stitches even with me taking as much possible preventive care.
Anyway. Here and now, I feel emotionally hollow. It isn't unfamiliar by any means, I've experienced a lot of death in my life. Two of my friends died from ctb, I've had a lot of childhood pets die, a few family members die. It isn't a foreign feeling. It's just unusual every time I experience it, like I'll be somehow used to the sensation of feeling entirely hollow. There's always a dull, physical ache for the first few days after a death, too. I just wonder some days what my aftermath will be like to those around me.
I know I won't be going to ctb anytime soon, but, when I do later this year I'm always stuck thinking of how I might affect other people. Probably not by too much, given that my reach is.. limited and dull. But it's still something to think about.
Since death comes about to all of us anyway, why can't I have control over my suffering? To keep people from mourning me? If not that, then what's stopping me?
Some nights I wish the human brain was less complex, so I could just finalize a decision without being all lackadaisical.
Anyway. Here and now, I feel emotionally hollow. It isn't unfamiliar by any means, I've experienced a lot of death in my life. Two of my friends died from ctb, I've had a lot of childhood pets die, a few family members die. It isn't a foreign feeling. It's just unusual every time I experience it, like I'll be somehow used to the sensation of feeling entirely hollow. There's always a dull, physical ache for the first few days after a death, too. I just wonder some days what my aftermath will be like to those around me.
I know I won't be going to ctb anytime soon, but, when I do later this year I'm always stuck thinking of how I might affect other people. Probably not by too much, given that my reach is.. limited and dull. But it's still something to think about.
Since death comes about to all of us anyway, why can't I have control over my suffering? To keep people from mourning me? If not that, then what's stopping me?
Some nights I wish the human brain was less complex, so I could just finalize a decision without being all lackadaisical.