Anhedonic
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- Mar 14, 2020
- 16
I was woken up to the news. I wasn't fully conscious so I didn't quite process the reality of the words as I heard them. My brain came online when I heard the phrase "that's how we'd all like to go - peacefully in our sleep".
Yes, that's exactly what I've been fantasising about obsessively for the past couple of months...
...and then I backtracked and realised what this actually meant. My dad's dad is dead.
It's been a strange day: calls to undertakers who arrived in hazmat suits to take him away in a body bag; calls to family and friends to notify them of the news; seeing how my dad has been affected and watching my mum console him. It's all made death harrowingly tangible.
I don't quite know why I'm sharing this here. I guess this has been a bit of a wake up call for me. Death is real. It hurts people, even when it's been anticipated for a while.
I'm still torn. Part of me is almost envious, wishing I could live in a world where death at any age, by any means, could be accepted as much as people accept deaths of the elderly. But alas, I don't exist in that world so there's no point in indulging in that fantasy. If I kill myself I will destroy those who love me, and no amount of preparation or refining of notes will lessen that. I'm going to take a step back and really try to consider this.
If you got this far, I hope this was worth sharing and provided some food for thought. I'm not trying to pass judgement or provoke guilt, just giving some perspective.
Yes, that's exactly what I've been fantasising about obsessively for the past couple of months...
...and then I backtracked and realised what this actually meant. My dad's dad is dead.
It's been a strange day: calls to undertakers who arrived in hazmat suits to take him away in a body bag; calls to family and friends to notify them of the news; seeing how my dad has been affected and watching my mum console him. It's all made death harrowingly tangible.
I don't quite know why I'm sharing this here. I guess this has been a bit of a wake up call for me. Death is real. It hurts people, even when it's been anticipated for a while.
I'm still torn. Part of me is almost envious, wishing I could live in a world where death at any age, by any means, could be accepted as much as people accept deaths of the elderly. But alas, I don't exist in that world so there's no point in indulging in that fantasy. If I kill myself I will destroy those who love me, and no amount of preparation or refining of notes will lessen that. I'm going to take a step back and really try to consider this.
If you got this far, I hope this was worth sharing and provided some food for thought. I'm not trying to pass judgement or provoke guilt, just giving some perspective.
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