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heylightiforgot
Experienced
- Apr 30, 2019
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I see people talking about death as being 'peaceful', yearning for death etc. I've written about my personal situation before, so won't bore anyone with the details -- severe chronic health issue, abusive family, no options to leave etc. Lately, as the walls close in on me and I see nowhere left to turn, I find that all my intellectual defenses are finally failing me; I always courted the idea of suicide as some kind of romantic option or threat I could use against stressors/obstacles. But realizing that I'm actually going to die (either from poor health or at my own hands) is completely fucking up my head and provoking this almost psychotic terror/anxiety .. I guess this is what happens when the ego finally confronts its own dissolution?
Even though I've been housebound and unable to participate in the world for 4+ years, this sliver of an existence is all I know. And living on the cusp of death has given me a deep appreciation for life, strangely. Deep down, I don't want to die. I try act brave and non-chalant, but I'm terrified. It sucks. I have severe OCD, PTSD etc. so am naturally in a high anxiety state at all times, but this is just making everything so much worse. I can't comprehend death. The only time I have felt vaguely 'at peace' about the idea is when I take Ambien and wake up in a hungover and calm state, thinking I could just drift away at that moment and it wouldn't matter.
I don't know. In all sincerity, even though I want to live, there are no options for me unfortunately; I'm just too sick to take care of myself and the atmosphere at home is so threatening that I know I won't last. So I guess I just wait for a trigger? Is anyone else in a similar situation? Have you found anything that helps put your mind at ease at all?
Even though I've been housebound and unable to participate in the world for 4+ years, this sliver of an existence is all I know. And living on the cusp of death has given me a deep appreciation for life, strangely. Deep down, I don't want to die. I try act brave and non-chalant, but I'm terrified. It sucks. I have severe OCD, PTSD etc. so am naturally in a high anxiety state at all times, but this is just making everything so much worse. I can't comprehend death. The only time I have felt vaguely 'at peace' about the idea is when I take Ambien and wake up in a hungover and calm state, thinking I could just drift away at that moment and it wouldn't matter.
I don't know. In all sincerity, even though I want to live, there are no options for me unfortunately; I'm just too sick to take care of myself and the atmosphere at home is so threatening that I know I won't last. So I guess I just wait for a trigger? Is anyone else in a similar situation? Have you found anything that helps put your mind at ease at all?