My day is coming up, and I sometimes get really angry. I'll have arguments in my head and get mad in real life, and I'll throw things around or hit things. I'm mostly angry because the world wants to keep me here in pain, and gaslights me about why I want to die.
Look im angry all the time because of everything that has happened. I'm not an angry person by nature and I do have best to force everything out of mind. Because one of the reasons I'm not a particularly angry person is before this in life I'd do something about it or it wasn't something important enough to do something about and therefore I be angry. That said with what happened and just life in general I'm out of cards to play. I've done everything i can do. So what happens when you just literally cant do anything. I dont mean you physically cant but for reasons xyz you just have absolutely 0 fucking moves in life. That doesn't make me feel better though. I know maybe there is some solace in knowing there's no stone unturned. But here no. You can put lipstick on a pig it is still a pig and that would be making my life out to be much better than it is. So when I can't do anything about it as my cards are gone and have the desire to do something about it. It creates a internal battle that is extremely difficult to deal with. For instance I can drink the least offensive of all escapism options but thats a bad long term solution. It also increases mental health issues later on like PTSD. Sitting with you feelings in this situation is about the best you can do. Which means if there's a miracle and my life does improve I can decrease the amount of problems then. Same with drugs. Obviously they have their own problems which are obvious.
The net result of the scenario though is worsening of my depression and suicidality. The worsening depression/suicidality makes me want to do something and makes me.... I think you can continue this from there. My motivation to do something is a significant reason for my suicidality that leads me to be suicidal. It does help I have some gym equipment where I am at and I can run again after injuring my ACL last summer.
The other part to be overly pedantic is my life is rapidly getting to the point where no matter what happens it just isn't worth living. I'm having my life stolen out from under me everyday. Either I'm never going to have a life in which case i should kill myself as it isnt worth living or I will in which every time I go to sleep is a day I would've gotten to live that I now don't. I'm not dead but this is far from life. And the bullshit part is I have absolutely 0 control over it. It's just being alive and I'm not sure you can call it that.
This was way too long but hell yeah im angry.