HannahB
Death is the true name of time.
- Oct 29, 2019
- 185
Theres that saying "is it worth dying for" or "would you die for this" when put into context of war or family it seems noble, But for some reason when in the context of suicide is bad. I just cant see it that way and thats why i dont really care your reasons to ctb, knowing you had something worth dying for is enough. It's not about 'deserves' or 'fairness' it's about values. I had things worth dying for but not that they are gone I dont have anything to live for. It's the other side that people dont talk about.
Pro lifers act like my suffering is fixable and it could be but that's not the point.
I go to sleep every night and wake up two hours later screaming and drenched in sweat then cry in front of the heater until I'm dry enough to fall back asleep so I can wake up screaming again in two hours. When morning hits and I realize I have to stay awake this feeling of dread sets in. I know it's just another nightmare. I look at my partner and remind myself theres good things in nightmares too and try to go about my day or hiding in my house.
As shit as that is and as it sounds it's not the point. Suffering is all i have ever known. It's where I feel most comfortable as wierd as that sounds. There were things that I had that were worth dying for and I failed them. They are gone. Forever, period. That's why. I cannot be normal again because I have no desire to. Even if I was 'fixed' and ok with what I have done it cannot change it. Everything has price and sometimes it can be payed with a lifetime of guilt and suffering. Other times the universe is so drastically different that isnt enough. I with my actions have created a universe in which pain is the main export. As one could say 'I have created a monster', a physical tangable monster that takes the shape of a situation the only way to remove it from exustance is to remove its sorce. Its not about my suffering it's about the suffering I created in others, it's about my values and my responsibility for the world i make.
Pro lifers act like my suffering is fixable and it could be but that's not the point.
I go to sleep every night and wake up two hours later screaming and drenched in sweat then cry in front of the heater until I'm dry enough to fall back asleep so I can wake up screaming again in two hours. When morning hits and I realize I have to stay awake this feeling of dread sets in. I know it's just another nightmare. I look at my partner and remind myself theres good things in nightmares too and try to go about my day or hiding in my house.
As shit as that is and as it sounds it's not the point. Suffering is all i have ever known. It's where I feel most comfortable as wierd as that sounds. There were things that I had that were worth dying for and I failed them. They are gone. Forever, period. That's why. I cannot be normal again because I have no desire to. Even if I was 'fixed' and ok with what I have done it cannot change it. Everything has price and sometimes it can be payed with a lifetime of guilt and suffering. Other times the universe is so drastically different that isnt enough. I with my actions have created a universe in which pain is the main export. As one could say 'I have created a monster', a physical tangable monster that takes the shape of a situation the only way to remove it from exustance is to remove its sorce. Its not about my suffering it's about the suffering I created in others, it's about my values and my responsibility for the world i make.