Meaning. There are still days where I just wish it would all be over, that I wouldn't have to deal with this shit anymore. There used to be a day that didn't go by where I didn't consider if I should just end it right then. Now those days are less and less.
I stopped trying to be happy, because that was an unobtainable goal for me. I tried to find meaning in my suffering. I have my faith, friends and family, and a cat. I have things that I do that I enjoy. I recently went back to school to learn how to make jewelry.
In the dark days in my past, I didn't do it because I knew, without a doubt, that it would fuck up my family. Every single one of them would be worse off if I killed myself. To give them that kind of trauma wasn't fair. So I kept suffering so others wouldn't. Slowly, that extended outward to others. So, I keep going, because even if I am miserable, I don't want others to be. I volunteer at church and am strong in my faith. And each day that I didn't die, was a day that I was able to cope with the misery better.
I also went (metaphorically) from Emo to Punk. I started to become less depressed and more angry. The world was shit. Well, by God, I was going to be pissed about it and try to make it less shit.
Sometimes, even now I wish a meteor would land right on me and take me out, though.
Meaning. There are still days where I just wish it would all be over, that I wouldn't have to deal with this shit anymore. There used to be a day that didn't go by where I didn't consider if I should just end it right then. Now those days are less and less.
I stopped trying to be happy, because that was an unobtainable goal for me. I tried to find meaning in my suffering. I have my faith, friends and family, and a cat. I have things that I do that I enjoy. I recently went back to school to learn how to make jewelry.
In the dark days in my past, I didn't do it because I knew, without a doubt, that it would fuck up my family. Every single one of them would be worse off if I killed myself. To give them that kind of trauma wasn't fair. So I kept suffering so others wouldn't. Slowly, that extended outward to others. So, I keep going, because even if I am miserable, I don't want others to be. I volunteer at church and am strong in my faith. And each day that I didn't die, was a day that I was able to cope with the misery better.
I also went (metaphorically) from Emo to Punk. I started to become less depressed and more angry. The world was shit. Well, by God, I was going to be pissed about it and try to make it less shit.
Sometimes, even now I wish a meteor would land right on me and take me out, though.