
Darkover
Archangel
- Jul 29, 2021
- 5,291
I got a brain injury when I was 30 years old, and it changed everything. Not just physically—but mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I lost the ability to concentrate, to think clearly, to function the way I used to. It feels like the person I was supposed to be got erased, and no one gave me a guide on how to live with what was left.
The worst part is that despite it being incurable, despite the suffering being constant and exhausting, the government and the system still expect me to keep going as if I'm fine. As if life automatically has value no matter how unbearable it becomes.
But I keep asking myself:
Is it really a choice if suffering is what's pushing me toward death?
Because when the only options are either to keep enduring an existence that feels like torture, or to want peace—then that's not a real choice. That's desperation. That's being boxed into a corner by pain.
The system tells people like me to "hang in there" or "get help"—but what help? There's no cure. The support is barely there. And even when I try to explain what it's like, it feels like no one really listens. I'm left to suffer, and then judged if I start questioning whether I can keep doing this.
What makes it worse is how the system frames everything. They say life is sacred, that we should never allow assisted death—because it's dangerous, or immoral, or whatever excuse they come up with. But all that does is trap people like me in bodies and minds that can't heal. I didn't choose this. I didn't ask for it. But now I'm expected to just endure it until the end—no matter how long that takes or how much it hurts.
Sometimes I wonder if part of the reason they keep people like me alive is because, even in suffering, we're still "useful" to the system. We still pay rent, still buy food, still take medications. We're still statistics. That's a horrible thought—but honestly, it doesn't feel like compassion is what's keeping us here. It feels like control.
Forcing someone to keep living just because "life is precious" isn't kindness. It's cruelty dressed up as morality.
The real tragedy isn't that people like me think about death.
The real tragedy is that the system gave us no better option.
The worst part is that despite it being incurable, despite the suffering being constant and exhausting, the government and the system still expect me to keep going as if I'm fine. As if life automatically has value no matter how unbearable it becomes.
But I keep asking myself:
Is it really a choice if suffering is what's pushing me toward death?
Because when the only options are either to keep enduring an existence that feels like torture, or to want peace—then that's not a real choice. That's desperation. That's being boxed into a corner by pain.
The system tells people like me to "hang in there" or "get help"—but what help? There's no cure. The support is barely there. And even when I try to explain what it's like, it feels like no one really listens. I'm left to suffer, and then judged if I start questioning whether I can keep doing this.
What makes it worse is how the system frames everything. They say life is sacred, that we should never allow assisted death—because it's dangerous, or immoral, or whatever excuse they come up with. But all that does is trap people like me in bodies and minds that can't heal. I didn't choose this. I didn't ask for it. But now I'm expected to just endure it until the end—no matter how long that takes or how much it hurts.
Sometimes I wonder if part of the reason they keep people like me alive is because, even in suffering, we're still "useful" to the system. We still pay rent, still buy food, still take medications. We're still statistics. That's a horrible thought—but honestly, it doesn't feel like compassion is what's keeping us here. It feels like control.
Forcing someone to keep living just because "life is precious" isn't kindness. It's cruelty dressed up as morality.
The real tragedy isn't that people like me think about death.
The real tragedy is that the system gave us no better option.