
ezekielj
Member
- Aug 3, 2025
- 7
I don't even know what to feel right now. My SN is here. I opened it, checked inside, and it's real. No scam, no fakes, no random junk. It's exactly what I ordered.
Part of me feels a strange calm, like I've finally wrestled back some control in a life that's been nothing but chaos. I don't have to sit here waiting for fate or for another disappointment to crush me,, because now I hold the option to leave in my own hands. And that option feels like freedom, even if I don't use it yet
But another part of me is completely terrified, because there's no going back from this. I crossed a line. I made this real. Now every night is going to be a negotiation with myself: "Not today. Maybe tomorrow. But at least I can if I want to." Deep down, I know it's going to happen.
It's strange that just having it here makes me feel like I can finally breathe, like the world can't bully me into staying alive against my will. But I can't lie that I'm scared of myself too. Scared of the day when I won't argue back hard enough, and I'll decide that's the moment.
For now, though, I'm not rushing. I don't want anyone to think this is some sudden goodbye letter. It's not. I'm still here. I'm still conflicted. Maybe I'll stay conflicted forever until the final day.
It feels wrong to even type this out, but it also feels wrong to keep it to myself. So here I am. It's here. I don't know if I'm relieved, horrified, or both. Probably both. And I hope you don't mind that I post as if I'm writing in a diary. I just haven't felt safe enough to talk about this topic, not even with my closest friend or family member.
Thank you for reading.
Part of me feels a strange calm, like I've finally wrestled back some control in a life that's been nothing but chaos. I don't have to sit here waiting for fate or for another disappointment to crush me,, because now I hold the option to leave in my own hands. And that option feels like freedom, even if I don't use it yet
But another part of me is completely terrified, because there's no going back from this. I crossed a line. I made this real. Now every night is going to be a negotiation with myself: "Not today. Maybe tomorrow. But at least I can if I want to." Deep down, I know it's going to happen.
It's strange that just having it here makes me feel like I can finally breathe, like the world can't bully me into staying alive against my will. But I can't lie that I'm scared of myself too. Scared of the day when I won't argue back hard enough, and I'll decide that's the moment.
For now, though, I'm not rushing. I don't want anyone to think this is some sudden goodbye letter. It's not. I'm still here. I'm still conflicted. Maybe I'll stay conflicted forever until the final day.
It feels wrong to even type this out, but it also feels wrong to keep it to myself. So here I am. It's here. I don't know if I'm relieved, horrified, or both. Probably both. And I hope you don't mind that I post as if I'm writing in a diary. I just haven't felt safe enough to talk about this topic, not even with my closest friend or family member.
Thank you for reading.