suffering
Too p*ssy to end it, too suicidal to leave
- Aug 17, 2018
- 398
When I was very young, I was deeply afraid of death. The through of mortality was extremely troubling and it made me seek answers in religion for a while, because I left like I can't cope with the idea of me dying.
As time passed, I accepted mortality (somewhere in my mid twenties). At that point, it felt like a brave thing, like a psychological breakthrough. Looking back though, I think it was just me beginning to be tired of life and losing interesting in 'eternal life'.
Even more years passed, and I started CRAVING death. Philosophical reasons (Pessimism, antinatalism, misanthropy), mixed with personal economical problems, aging, etc. However, my attempts to overcome my survival instinct have proved to be futile. It left as if I could never do it.
But I see a trend. I evolve over time. I used to be extremely pain adverse (where even a dentist visit would feel like torture) and now I can tolerate medical interventions with more ease. My instinct of self preservation is diminishing with time.
I think maybe in the future I will be able to end my life. I really hope so.
As time passed, I accepted mortality (somewhere in my mid twenties). At that point, it felt like a brave thing, like a psychological breakthrough. Looking back though, I think it was just me beginning to be tired of life and losing interesting in 'eternal life'.
Even more years passed, and I started CRAVING death. Philosophical reasons (Pessimism, antinatalism, misanthropy), mixed with personal economical problems, aging, etc. However, my attempts to overcome my survival instinct have proved to be futile. It left as if I could never do it.
But I see a trend. I evolve over time. I used to be extremely pain adverse (where even a dentist visit would feel like torture) and now I can tolerate medical interventions with more ease. My instinct of self preservation is diminishing with time.
I think maybe in the future I will be able to end my life. I really hope so.