
StarryStarry
Cat Lady
- Oct 25, 2021
- 749
This weekend I read about two suicides. One in the state where I live - a 50 year old woman who according to her obituary had everything going for her and the man in charge of Marta in Atlanta, GA. He stood in front of a train. I'm envious but torn. They are no longer in any pain, no one can ever hurt them again - no worries. But there's this stupid little voice in my head that keeps telling me to keep going - keep going. I've had this battle for so long. I'm so tired of the battle between life and death. I've heard that people who decided to ctb are at peace with their decision, there are no doubts in their mind. They live out their time the way they want. So why do I keep questioning my survival?