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doublecupj
Member
- Jul 12, 2022
- 40
I had my mind 1000% made up that today would be the day. I planned to shoot myself this morning with my shotgun, in a wooded area away from my house. I even got a hotel for the night before so I could finish up my notes and final instructions.
Then I slept for maybe 2 hours last night and left out at 5 AM. I drove to the town I had chosen, looked around some woods, but everywhere I looked just didn't seem "right". So I drove to the next town. And then the next. And this went on for 3 AND A HALF HOURS.
The longer this went on, the more I thought about my poor Dad and how hurt he would be by my death. I just imagined him going about his day like normal and then getting that news.
Then I thought about the possible pain after i take the shot. How will I even know I did it right?
Then most perplexing....what happens once I'm dead? Nothingness? How is that even possible? I mean I guess it could be like general anesthesia but I actually wake up from that, which is why I have a reference point about what it's like. Once I'm dead I'm just dead forever.
And I just couldn't bare it. I broke down sobbing. Then I drove to work and went about my day like normal.
I had everything planned so why couldn't I do it? Is this lack of courage/fear of dying or genuine inability to hurt my loved ones?
Then I slept for maybe 2 hours last night and left out at 5 AM. I drove to the town I had chosen, looked around some woods, but everywhere I looked just didn't seem "right". So I drove to the next town. And then the next. And this went on for 3 AND A HALF HOURS.
The longer this went on, the more I thought about my poor Dad and how hurt he would be by my death. I just imagined him going about his day like normal and then getting that news.
Then I thought about the possible pain after i take the shot. How will I even know I did it right?
Then most perplexing....what happens once I'm dead? Nothingness? How is that even possible? I mean I guess it could be like general anesthesia but I actually wake up from that, which is why I have a reference point about what it's like. Once I'm dead I'm just dead forever.
And I just couldn't bare it. I broke down sobbing. Then I drove to work and went about my day like normal.
I had everything planned so why couldn't I do it? Is this lack of courage/fear of dying or genuine inability to hurt my loved ones?