Edu Ardanuy
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- Dec 3, 2024
- 45
So, a close relative approached me after I confided that I was having suicidal thoughts last year. I had already shared this with my mom, who simply told me to "get rid of those thoughts." When I told this relative, their response was that I shouldn't think that way, that life is hard for everyone, and we all have to push through, find a job—any job—and keep going.
The thing is, I'm a coder. I have skills, but I'm struggling to find a job. I've been applying to countless positions and sending out a ton of CVs, but nothing seems to work. No job offers. This lack of progress is making me feel sick. Then, my mom kicked me out of her house, calling me a depressive failure who's doing nothing with his life. I've started to believe her—that I'm worthless.
But I can't accept the idea of just taking any job that pays the bills to get by. I'm not lazy, and I'm not a bad person, but nothing in my life seems to work out. Every time I try to move forward and succeed, it all falls apart. Does this justify my sadness? Should these struggles serve as an excuse to consider suicide?
I wish I had parents who were supportive, who could stand by me in tough times and help me figure things out. I wish I were more resilient. But I'm not. I wish I had the strength to take on any job, even as a janitor, and still face life with a smile. But I'm not like that. My family sees me as a burden—a failure who's too stubborn to accept that "a job is a job."
I'm not living my best life. In fact, things are only getting worse. I even got SN (suicide means), but now I'm too scared to follow through. I thought having an "out" might bring me some peace of mind, but I was wrong. I don't know what's wrong with me anymore. I feel like I don't deserve to be alive.
Thanks for reading.
The thing is, I'm a coder. I have skills, but I'm struggling to find a job. I've been applying to countless positions and sending out a ton of CVs, but nothing seems to work. No job offers. This lack of progress is making me feel sick. Then, my mom kicked me out of her house, calling me a depressive failure who's doing nothing with his life. I've started to believe her—that I'm worthless.
But I can't accept the idea of just taking any job that pays the bills to get by. I'm not lazy, and I'm not a bad person, but nothing in my life seems to work out. Every time I try to move forward and succeed, it all falls apart. Does this justify my sadness? Should these struggles serve as an excuse to consider suicide?
I wish I had parents who were supportive, who could stand by me in tough times and help me figure things out. I wish I were more resilient. But I'm not. I wish I had the strength to take on any job, even as a janitor, and still face life with a smile. But I'm not like that. My family sees me as a burden—a failure who's too stubborn to accept that "a job is a job."
I'm not living my best life. In fact, things are only getting worse. I even got SN (suicide means), but now I'm too scared to follow through. I thought having an "out" might bring me some peace of mind, but I was wrong. I don't know what's wrong with me anymore. I feel like I don't deserve to be alive.
Thanks for reading.