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ARawYouth
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- Dec 10, 2021
- 12
As the title says. I've always known I'd die by suicide one day. If not now, then I'm doing it before I get so old my nieces and nephews will feel burdened with caring for me. Why not decide how and when we die? Why are we called cowards for taking our life into our own hands? It makes me think of that book, The Giver. When people got too old, they chose to be euthanized. They had a nice little party to say good bye, and they died on their terms. When I read it when I was like 12, I thought it was an awful idea. But now that I'm 22, I don't see why suicide is such a taboo topic, or why it's considered "the easy way out". How many times have we all held a gun in our hands, working up the courage to put it to our heads and pull the trigger? Or parked our car on a boat ramp and stared at the water, our foot stuck between the gas and the break. Or stood on the edge of a building roof, looking down at all the people who will never be bothered whether we live or die?
It also bothers me that "pro choice" people when it comes to abortion will also call the cops on you if you even breathe the word suicide, and have you committed into a hospital. It just seems ironic to me, that they're pro choice when it comes to terminating a fetus or cutting an infant's foreskin, but when it comes to deciding when and how you'll die, it's the worst thing you could ever say.
I don't want to grow old and die a long, painful death of cancer. I don't want to so old and frail that I can't walk my own dogs, or become that great aunt that everyone forgets to visit or text. And hell, if I want to make the nightmares and voices from the past stop keeping me awake at night because of my CPTSD, then why the hell shouldn't I be able to do that? People say I need to keep fighting. But for what? Two therapist have told me that I may very well have symptoms for the rest of my life. Nightmares, anxiety at the slightest trigger, being unable to have any healthy relationships because I'm too damaged, the constant self-hatred. Why should I have to deal with that for the rest of my life? I have no hope of a normal life. Yet they'll tell me I can't give in and kill myself, that I have to keep on. But why, when there isn't a light at the end of the tunnel for me? I've never felt free enough to ask a therapist this. The mere mention of the S word will have their finger on the phone to have you involuntarily committed. And that is why therapy will never work for me. If I can't be honest, then how the hell is it going to help?
Sorry for the rant, but thanks for listening. It's nice to be with likeminded people.
It also bothers me that "pro choice" people when it comes to abortion will also call the cops on you if you even breathe the word suicide, and have you committed into a hospital. It just seems ironic to me, that they're pro choice when it comes to terminating a fetus or cutting an infant's foreskin, but when it comes to deciding when and how you'll die, it's the worst thing you could ever say.
I don't want to grow old and die a long, painful death of cancer. I don't want to so old and frail that I can't walk my own dogs, or become that great aunt that everyone forgets to visit or text. And hell, if I want to make the nightmares and voices from the past stop keeping me awake at night because of my CPTSD, then why the hell shouldn't I be able to do that? People say I need to keep fighting. But for what? Two therapist have told me that I may very well have symptoms for the rest of my life. Nightmares, anxiety at the slightest trigger, being unable to have any healthy relationships because I'm too damaged, the constant self-hatred. Why should I have to deal with that for the rest of my life? I have no hope of a normal life. Yet they'll tell me I can't give in and kill myself, that I have to keep on. But why, when there isn't a light at the end of the tunnel for me? I've never felt free enough to ask a therapist this. The mere mention of the S word will have their finger on the phone to have you involuntarily committed. And that is why therapy will never work for me. If I can't be honest, then how the hell is it going to help?
Sorry for the rant, but thanks for listening. It's nice to be with likeminded people.