Darkover
Archangel
- Jul 29, 2021
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Waiting for permission to die in the UK, where assisted suicide remains illegal, can feel like waiting for something that might never come—like being trapped in a limbo, with no control over your own suffering or future. It's as if you're forced to endure the weight of existence while being denied the one choice that seems to offer relief.
It can feel like:
It can feel like:
- Waiting for a distant hope that never materializes—the knowledge that you're stuck, with no way out, while the world around you continues as if your pain doesn't matter.
- Waiting for an inevitable end, but one that comes slowly, drawn out by time, while the desire to escape builds. The final release is out of your control, like waiting for the mercy of an external force that may or may not arrive.
- Waiting for societal permission to make a personal decision about your own life, which can feel deeply frustrating—being at the mercy of laws and systems that don't reflect your reality or respect your autonomy.
- Waiting while carrying a burden—knowing that there's an end, but it's being denied to you, and all you can do is endure the suffering, trapped in a system where your voice doesn't seem to count.
