
parasite_eve
Between life and death; a secret third thing.
- Jan 3, 2025
- 150
This is a scheduled post and means I ctt (caught the train, I'm that kind of autistic ^_^) via n2+eb. Several others recently and over the years have written comprehensively on the method so I will not go into that here.
I'm trans non-binary, in my 30s, and have wanted to die for as long as I can remember. My last thought each night and first upon waking for past decade has been to die. I've always felt out of sync with the world, normies, and how this whole living thing seems to come naturally to others.
I lived what feels like a full life before I got immunocompromised with the pandemic and sentenced to masking + isolation forever because our leaders failed to defeat COVID when we had the chance. Now disabled people are systematically excluded from all indoor spaces that don't require masking.
I spent most of my life doing what society expected, succeeding in school and work - while relentlessly suppressing and "correcting" myself to conform to the expectations of those with the money and power deciding whether or not I deserved that next chance. And after 10 years my company discarded me when I dared ask for dignity.
But I had lovely and enduring memories of joy most importantly. Some even in the the last year as I rediscovered TTRPGs and spent a few months playing regular games with new queer & trans fam before my neuroses and another wave of COVID pushed me back into solitude.
I'm not religous but I am spiritual because of my study of the cosmos: we are the universe wondering about itself. The atoms in our bodies were forged in stars billions of years ago. Our consciousness is but a momentary emergent phenomena; we spent billions of years already as star stuff and we'll get to spend trillions more. I can't wait to be a magnetar again.
Thank you to this community for being understanding, empathetic, compassionate, and supportive.
Now, I choose to be the captain of my fate and the master of my soul.
Peace, love, and solidarity forever <3
I'm trans non-binary, in my 30s, and have wanted to die for as long as I can remember. My last thought each night and first upon waking for past decade has been to die. I've always felt out of sync with the world, normies, and how this whole living thing seems to come naturally to others.
I lived what feels like a full life before I got immunocompromised with the pandemic and sentenced to masking + isolation forever because our leaders failed to defeat COVID when we had the chance. Now disabled people are systematically excluded from all indoor spaces that don't require masking.
I spent most of my life doing what society expected, succeeding in school and work - while relentlessly suppressing and "correcting" myself to conform to the expectations of those with the money and power deciding whether or not I deserved that next chance. And after 10 years my company discarded me when I dared ask for dignity.
But I had lovely and enduring memories of joy most importantly. Some even in the the last year as I rediscovered TTRPGs and spent a few months playing regular games with new queer & trans fam before my neuroses and another wave of COVID pushed me back into solitude.
I'm not religous but I am spiritual because of my study of the cosmos: we are the universe wondering about itself. The atoms in our bodies were forged in stars billions of years ago. Our consciousness is but a momentary emergent phenomena; we spent billions of years already as star stuff and we'll get to spend trillions more. I can't wait to be a magnetar again.
Thank you to this community for being understanding, empathetic, compassionate, and supportive.
Now, I choose to be the captain of my fate and the master of my soul.
Peace, love, and solidarity forever <3