
Reflection
One last hurrah
- Sep 12, 2024
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Back when the feeling to do it was so intense that I had to basically keep myself from jumping the nearest rooftop.
Now I've been living so much with the pain that it feels familiar, I haven't healed or anything, just feeling like a prisoner between the pain and my will to live. I don't even understand myself anymore, am I still alive because I know suicide is till an option and thus find comfort in it? Or am I still holding on to that false hope of mine because I might as well keep doing if I already resisted this long...At the end of the day I'm just completely tired both mentally and physically.
Now I've been living so much with the pain that it feels familiar, I haven't healed or anything, just feeling like a prisoner between the pain and my will to live. I don't even understand myself anymore, am I still alive because I know suicide is till an option and thus find comfort in it? Or am I still holding on to that false hope of mine because I might as well keep doing if I already resisted this long...At the end of the day I'm just completely tired both mentally and physically.