Venting General thread for my vents about not wanting to live anymore

[brokenspirited]

People romanticize struggle as if pain builds character, but all it builds is exhaustion. I'm tired of pretending there's nobility in suffering.

 

[brokenspirited]

On The Right to Die


They argue that the right to die diminishes the value of life and endangers those who choose to live. They are right. Deep down, they know the truth: that life lacks inherent value and is merely a struggle filled with pain and the illusion of meaning. They cling to the belief that suffering is essential because they are too frightened to confront the emptiness of existence.

They want us to endure the same suffering because they cannot bear to be alone in their misery. This is not about preserving life; it is about their fear of facing reality. Anyone who chooses a different path threatens their illusion and reminds them that suffering is a choice.

They lash out at those of us who seek freedom and tranquillity, viewing our different choices as a betrayal of their accepted suffering. They want to keep everyone confined to their pain because they fear that if we find peace, it will expose their own struggles.

However, we recognise that the right to die does not attack others' right to live. It is an act of reclaiming our autonomy, choosing peace over suffering. It is in this choice that we find the freedom to determine our own destiny, and ultimately, peace, which frightens them the most.

 

[brokenspirited]

"When people come to me saying they want to kill themselves, I tell them, "What's your rush? You can kill yourself any time you like. So calm down. Suicide is a positive act." And they do calm down."
- Emil Cioran

"Sadness and depression are very different things. Sadness is something happens and you temporarily become sad. Depression is a condition where you see things for what they are."
- Drew Michael

"A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die."
- Franz Kafka

"Humankind cannot bear very much reality."
- T.S. Elliot

"A hundred times I wanted to kill myself, but I still loved life. That ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our most baneful inclinations: for is there anything more foolish than to wish to carry continually a burden that one can always throw down? To abhor one's existence, and yet to cling to that existence?"
- The Old Woman, in Voltaire's Candide

 

[brokenspirited]

Life has no purpose. Life has no meaning. Life has no value to me.

 

[brokenspirited]

Life feels like a never-ending struggle, and I'm so tired of fighting.

 

[brokenspirited]

The ultimate freedom is the freedom to choose when and how to end one's life.

 

[brokenspirited]

Existence is a burden, a heavy chain that binds us to a fate we never chose. We are told to endure, to hold on for the sake of others, for the sake of an abstract concept of hope. But where is the compassion for those who have gazed into the abyss and found nothing but emptiness staring back? Where is the dignity in a life that offers only suffering, a life that demands we sustain ourselves in bodies and minds that betray us at every turn?

I have come to believe that the only true freedom is in the release of death. In a world filled with endless torment, where no solution truly eases the pain, death offers a peaceful end to a life that ignores our deepest hurts. It is a choice, a brave and final act of autonomy in a world that offers us so few choices.

 

[brokenspirited]

They say life is sacred. That every human being is a gift. That no pain can justify the decision to give up living. They say life must always be defended, at all costs. Fine. Every year, at least 720,000 people around the world take their own lives. One every 43 seconds. Are they a problem? A symptom? A defeat? No. According to what is said, they are lives that must be saved. All of them. No exceptions. Not with words. Not with intentions. With action. So here is the proposal: one million euros for every person expressing suicidal ideation. Not as charity. Not to buy their choice. But to offer the possibility they lack. If life truly is what they claim it to be the highest, most sacred, most untouchable good then no price is too high. Seventy-two billion for seventy-two thousand suicides? Seven hundred twenty billion for seven hundred twenty thousand? Yes. Pay it. Divide it among the global population, and the cost comes to about 88 euros per person. A laughable amount, compared to the values being proclaimed. No Church will refuse. No pro-life movement or ethical government will step back. In fact, they'll be the first to fund this universal gesture. They'll be proud to do it. Because if life is truly a gift, who could oppose protecting it with the most tangible gift that exists: resources. This is the moment. No one will dare say no. And if someone does, it means that what they've always said was never true.

 

[brokenspirited]

Life isn't a gift, its a sentence.

If it were a gift, then I'd be free to refuse it. Life is forced upon us, we are the result of someone else's actions and will be subject to reward or punishment.

 

[brokenspirited]

Every sunrise feels like a cruel joke, heralding another day of pain and disappointment. Death offers a final, peaceful sunset.

 

[brokenspirited]

Death is the only true escape from the endless torment of existence.

 

[brokenspirited]

All that's truly desirable for me is nonexistence. To be at peace, to never suffer again.

 

[brokenspirited]

Existence is like a never-ending nightmare, every moment is a struggle, I just want to escape into non-existence, to find that sweet oblivion that would finally give me peace and freedom from all this suffering.

 

[brokenspirited]

I'm so tired of this existence, tired of the pain and suffering that come with it. I yearn for the peace of non-existence, the release from this endless torment.

 

[brokenspirited]

All I want is nonexistence, to be free from this suffering at last. Is it too much to ask? So miserable and dreadful it is to be trapped in this torturous painful existence

 

[brokenspirited]

Why can't I just die in my sleep and finally get relief from my cruel dreadful torturous existence.

 

[brokenspirited]

Just waiting for die and be free from my miserable wretched torturous existence.

 

[brokenspirited]

Always preferring to not exist.
No matter what I really would always prefer to not exist than suffer and I just wish I never suffered in this torturous, cruel existence more than anything.

As long as I exist I really will just hope for an eternal sleep free from all cruelty and suffering where this deeply undesirable existence I always saw as a mistake is finally all forgotten and I just suffer so much as a result of existing, all I want is to be gone, I just want to never exist ever again.

I wish for no more cruelty and no more suffering and I'll just always see existing as only suffering, it's all so dreadful to me and I just suffer so much as a result of existing, for me non-existence is just the only peace and relief, it's all I see as desirable and is all I could ever wish for, I'll just always find it so terrible to be conscious burdened with this existence suffering so unnecessarily just waiting to die and to me existing will always be waiting for death no matter what

 

[brokenspirited]

I find myself trapped in a reality that is becoming an increasingly heavy burden, like a chain binding me to a fate I never chose. Every day brings the same relentless cycle of pain and suffering, leaving me exhausted and yearning for release. The weight of existence presses down on me and oft I wonder: is it too much to ask for peace and nonexistence?

 

[brokenspirited]

Existence is always such a dreadful, terrible abomination, all I want is to be gone.

 

[brokenspirited]

Existence is not a gift. It is a sentence, a relentless punishment. From the moment we take our first breath, we are thrust into a world of unending struggle where pain is our only constant companion. The promise of joy seems like a cruel joke; a mirage that evaporates the moment we try to grasp it.
I am tired. I am exhausted by the constant battle of simply existing. Each day is a marathon of survival, where the finish line promises nothing but more suffering. The mind becomes a prison and the body a vessel of continuous anguish.
Nonexistence calls to me like an oasis of calm. It whispers of peace, of freedom.

 

[brokenspirited]

I long for silence. I long for peace. I long for the ultimate freedom.

 

[brokenspirited]

Hope is the cruelest trick existence has devised. I cling to fragile promises of better days to come, but those are nothing more than delusions designed to keep me moving forward.

 

[brokenspirited]

I did not choose this life. I did not ask to be born into this world. Every day is a struggle in a reality that is nothing but suffering. The promise of relief is a cruel joke, dangled before us but forever out of reach.

 

[brokenspirited]

Existence is not a gift. It's a punishment for no crime, an unjust sentence.

 

[brokenspirited]

Nonexistence is the only thing worth pursuing in this wasteland of pointless suffering.

 

[brokenspirited]

Every sunrise is a reminder that my suffering continues with no end in sight.

 

[Nightfoot]

I'm sorry you're suffering so greatly. Hoping you can find some peace.

 

[brokenspirited]

Life isn't a journey. It's a punishment for no crime.

 

[brokenspirited]

Life is someone punching you in the gut everyday and give you a cookie or something every few months then ask you to appreciate them.