voidreverse1982
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- Jan 17, 2024
- 11
Everyday is the same thing. I just wake up, brush teeth, eat something, go to school or work, return, eat something again, take a bath, then stay in my room all day, then brush my teeth again and go to sleep. Every single day. And on weekends I say in my room all day.
I'm just losing more and more hope everyday, since I was 14 to 15 years old I already started going through passive suicidal ideation, and now I'm 20, and nothing has ever gone better since then, and nothing ever will, everything will only get worse and worse the further into adulthood I dive. I have managed to handle all this suffering and stress for so many years, and act like an average, "happy" person. I actually have many in real life friends around me and I'm commonly known as the "funny guy", and always help out people whenever I can and participates in social events, such as someone's birthday party, whenever I can, and even went as far as being the only student from my class who obtained the social prize. But this is all just my social persona, which is completely different from my true feelings. And I don't know how long I can hold that persona for.
I don't get any more joy, happiness of pleasure from nearly all activities I once enjoyed. And I can't find any new hobbies.
I really long lost the will to live at this point. Sometimes I don't look at neither side of the street while crossing it, thinking "Ah, fuck it, I don't care if a car runs over me, in fact I would be grateful, because I'd likely die, but I'm not going to intentionally jump in front of a car because that would be suicide in the eyes of society, but I'd like to die by accident.". I didn't celebrate my 17th, 18th, 19th nor 20th birthday. I just wanted to die, as my birthday wish is to rest in peace. In fact, my birthday is a horrible day, as it symbolizes the day where I was brought into this miserable world. I shouldn't even exist in the first place. This world is not suitable for someone like me. I tried giving life so many chances, like a fool, only to be met with disappointments, the nature of life; its boringness, repetitiveness, suffering and pain, all pile up to outweigh any potential benefits, joy or happiness it offers. Everytime I glance at a sharp knife I think about sliding my wrist with it, thinking about the blood flowing out of my veins. The pain that me, someone so, so incredibly worthless and devoid of any value, deserves. I'm wasting food, resources, oxygen, space, and so much more.. but my rational thoughts and the consequences of it always stops me from hurting myself. Even though it is something I wish to do, as I know that self harming is the first step towards commiting suicide.
In fact, I think I deserve all this. I deserve living life. I deserve being stuck into this loop of suffering. I'm just a monster who deserves all the pain I'm currently experiencing. And I'm just too weak to endure it.
Recently, because of my apprenticeship, I've been visiting a psychologist once every two weeks. I'm really thinking about opening up about all of my true feelings to her recently, but I'm afraid she may do drastic actions to "ensure my safety", after knowing just how close I am from moving from passive suicidal ideation to active suicidal ideation. But I think I can endure all this for longer while keeping my happy façade. I've endured this for over five years now, so, why would I kill myself only now?
But I want to hear everyone's opinions on whether it is worth it or not to open up about all my true feelings to my psychologist.
I'm just losing more and more hope everyday, since I was 14 to 15 years old I already started going through passive suicidal ideation, and now I'm 20, and nothing has ever gone better since then, and nothing ever will, everything will only get worse and worse the further into adulthood I dive. I have managed to handle all this suffering and stress for so many years, and act like an average, "happy" person. I actually have many in real life friends around me and I'm commonly known as the "funny guy", and always help out people whenever I can and participates in social events, such as someone's birthday party, whenever I can, and even went as far as being the only student from my class who obtained the social prize. But this is all just my social persona, which is completely different from my true feelings. And I don't know how long I can hold that persona for.
I don't get any more joy, happiness of pleasure from nearly all activities I once enjoyed. And I can't find any new hobbies.
I really long lost the will to live at this point. Sometimes I don't look at neither side of the street while crossing it, thinking "Ah, fuck it, I don't care if a car runs over me, in fact I would be grateful, because I'd likely die, but I'm not going to intentionally jump in front of a car because that would be suicide in the eyes of society, but I'd like to die by accident.". I didn't celebrate my 17th, 18th, 19th nor 20th birthday. I just wanted to die, as my birthday wish is to rest in peace. In fact, my birthday is a horrible day, as it symbolizes the day where I was brought into this miserable world. I shouldn't even exist in the first place. This world is not suitable for someone like me. I tried giving life so many chances, like a fool, only to be met with disappointments, the nature of life; its boringness, repetitiveness, suffering and pain, all pile up to outweigh any potential benefits, joy or happiness it offers. Everytime I glance at a sharp knife I think about sliding my wrist with it, thinking about the blood flowing out of my veins. The pain that me, someone so, so incredibly worthless and devoid of any value, deserves. I'm wasting food, resources, oxygen, space, and so much more.. but my rational thoughts and the consequences of it always stops me from hurting myself. Even though it is something I wish to do, as I know that self harming is the first step towards commiting suicide.
In fact, I think I deserve all this. I deserve living life. I deserve being stuck into this loop of suffering. I'm just a monster who deserves all the pain I'm currently experiencing. And I'm just too weak to endure it.
Recently, because of my apprenticeship, I've been visiting a psychologist once every two weeks. I'm really thinking about opening up about all of my true feelings to her recently, but I'm afraid she may do drastic actions to "ensure my safety", after knowing just how close I am from moving from passive suicidal ideation to active suicidal ideation. But I think I can endure all this for longer while keeping my happy façade. I've endured this for over five years now, so, why would I kill myself only now?
But I want to hear everyone's opinions on whether it is worth it or not to open up about all my true feelings to my psychologist.