vampire2002
weeb & neet ♡
- Oct 8, 2023
- 150
i don't know if i want to die so much as it is i feel that i have to die. i'm scared, but i'm driven into such a corner. if i don't end it sometime within the next 7 months, my life will get exponentially worse. in a way i truly don't believe i will be able to cope with, given my severe ocd. my mental health is pretty much guaranteed to plummet to even lower depths than it already has.
the worst part is i can't wait and see because i will most likely have no privacy at all and be completely unable to ctb. which means doing a more risky method in the middle of nowhere or something. which i find unlikely to be successful, due to my high survival instinct and other difficulties.
i don't know if i genuinely want to die, but i know if i don't do it soon, i will probably live to regret it. i feel like i'm being forced to die by a world not made to help people like me and a family who truly doesn't actually care about me. i do want to live, but this world doesn't want me to live in it, if that makes sense. (not that i believe the world itself is actually sentient.) i'm left dangling without the support i need. i cannot function as the world believes i should, and my family deeply resents and looks down on me for that.
i dream of living a happy life, but given my circumstances, my mental and physical health, it really seems like that's impossible. and i'm not the type of person who can be unrealistically optimistic, i truly don't have it in me to lie to myself (much to my past therapist's dismay.) i genuinely don't believe i can ever recover from these things that are ailing me. i've been trying for so long, years and years. i've been suicidal for almost half my life now.
people are not only tired of trying to help me, they're tired of me in general. i'm too much of a burden and they're trying to get rid of me, and i cannot keep living with this constant, suffocating guilt and anxiety. i think they'd honestly feel relieved if i ctb.
but i don't want to, not truly, deep down. i want to live a happy, peaceful life. i don't want to bother anybody like i do. i'm unable to take care of myself completely though due to my illnesses, so i'm stuck like this. and it's only going to get worse.
i'm planning on buying my sn soon, finally found a source. i've considered so many methods, but think i will go with this finally, over all else. i'm scared and it feels unfair that i have to go, but it still feels like the better option. i wish i could've lived a happy life. even if human life is brief and meaningless anyway, i wish i could've enjoyed it more.
i do think this world has good things to offer. i just feel like my circumstances, trauma from years of abuse, mental and physical illness, and the way this world has been structured hold me back from truly being able to appreciate and enjoy them. i'm trying to do the little things i can while i'm still here though. i've given up on recovery and am mainly just trying to enjoy my remaining months as much as i can, despite my suffering and limitations.
i feel a lot of resentment too, i won't deny it. but i'm slowly but surely coming to terms with my upcoming departure. things are already so bad i can barely manage to get through the day, in the future it will be literally impossible without me completely losing my mind. i'm so, so exhausted. i can't keep doing this for too much longer. all i wanted from life was peace and contentment, simple happiness, nothing too extravagant. and all i got was abuse and trauma and pain and stress and guilt and hate and exclusion. it's so cruel.
the worst part is i can't wait and see because i will most likely have no privacy at all and be completely unable to ctb. which means doing a more risky method in the middle of nowhere or something. which i find unlikely to be successful, due to my high survival instinct and other difficulties.
i don't know if i genuinely want to die, but i know if i don't do it soon, i will probably live to regret it. i feel like i'm being forced to die by a world not made to help people like me and a family who truly doesn't actually care about me. i do want to live, but this world doesn't want me to live in it, if that makes sense. (not that i believe the world itself is actually sentient.) i'm left dangling without the support i need. i cannot function as the world believes i should, and my family deeply resents and looks down on me for that.
i dream of living a happy life, but given my circumstances, my mental and physical health, it really seems like that's impossible. and i'm not the type of person who can be unrealistically optimistic, i truly don't have it in me to lie to myself (much to my past therapist's dismay.) i genuinely don't believe i can ever recover from these things that are ailing me. i've been trying for so long, years and years. i've been suicidal for almost half my life now.
people are not only tired of trying to help me, they're tired of me in general. i'm too much of a burden and they're trying to get rid of me, and i cannot keep living with this constant, suffocating guilt and anxiety. i think they'd honestly feel relieved if i ctb.
but i don't want to, not truly, deep down. i want to live a happy, peaceful life. i don't want to bother anybody like i do. i'm unable to take care of myself completely though due to my illnesses, so i'm stuck like this. and it's only going to get worse.
i'm planning on buying my sn soon, finally found a source. i've considered so many methods, but think i will go with this finally, over all else. i'm scared and it feels unfair that i have to go, but it still feels like the better option. i wish i could've lived a happy life. even if human life is brief and meaningless anyway, i wish i could've enjoyed it more.
i do think this world has good things to offer. i just feel like my circumstances, trauma from years of abuse, mental and physical illness, and the way this world has been structured hold me back from truly being able to appreciate and enjoy them. i'm trying to do the little things i can while i'm still here though. i've given up on recovery and am mainly just trying to enjoy my remaining months as much as i can, despite my suffering and limitations.
i feel a lot of resentment too, i won't deny it. but i'm slowly but surely coming to terms with my upcoming departure. things are already so bad i can barely manage to get through the day, in the future it will be literally impossible without me completely losing my mind. i'm so, so exhausted. i can't keep doing this for too much longer. all i wanted from life was peace and contentment, simple happiness, nothing too extravagant. and all i got was abuse and trauma and pain and stress and guilt and hate and exclusion. it's so cruel.