Giraffey
Your Orange Crush
- Mar 7, 2020
- 439
I'm sure most nearly everyone here has played Snakes and Ladders (Chutes and Ladders) at some point in their life. You roll the dice, move along a few squares. You get lucky from time to time, landing on a ladder that catapults you several rows ahead, it feels like winning is inevitable.
But then two shakes of the dice later and you land smack bang on the biggest snake in the game, back to the beginning you go, pissed off and demoralised (if you're the competitive type like me).
That happens to be a good metaphor for the last few months of my life as well. I began to recover, slowly but surely I thought that I was rebuilding my life (again), against all the odds. But it appears that this was another cruel illusion as here I am once more, only this time, something is different.
You know how at every big waterfall there is a point of no return, a point at which the current is so strong that no matter how hard you swim you cannot overcome it? You swim as hard and as fast as you possibly can and for a while you can just about counter the forces that are pulling you towards certain doom, but eventually your muscles begin to tire and the current starts taking you over the edge again.
Sure, you can fight it again; indeed I did, but each time you fail and the current carries you that little bit closer to the edge, the harder you have to paddle just to stay in exactly the same place - never moving forward, just continuing to slow the effect of the deadly current.
Well, I fought and I really fought hard; fucking hard, in-fact. Apparently, it wasn't enough as I'm here again. I hit that snake and now I'm teetering perilously above the rocks, closer than I've ever been to the edge, sure that I have nowhere to go but down.
I'm actually at peace with the idea of death this time, I'm not afraid of death, I see it as rather beautiful actually. My family too are no longer an obstacle, it's not that I or they care any less, the pain of being alive has simply overcome that threshold. You might think of that as being the last true element of my survival instinct switching off.
Well, almost the last... Because as much as I am ready and prepared to end my life and indeed, I now view it as tragically inevitable, part of me still wishes there were another way. I'vehad to take an extended break from work because of this relapse and now I don't speak to anybody. I feel as though I've completely lost all perspective - for someone so level-headed and rational that's the very making of an existential crisis.
Can anyone else relate to any of this stuff, or have I completely lost the plot?
But then two shakes of the dice later and you land smack bang on the biggest snake in the game, back to the beginning you go, pissed off and demoralised (if you're the competitive type like me).
That happens to be a good metaphor for the last few months of my life as well. I began to recover, slowly but surely I thought that I was rebuilding my life (again), against all the odds. But it appears that this was another cruel illusion as here I am once more, only this time, something is different.
You know how at every big waterfall there is a point of no return, a point at which the current is so strong that no matter how hard you swim you cannot overcome it? You swim as hard and as fast as you possibly can and for a while you can just about counter the forces that are pulling you towards certain doom, but eventually your muscles begin to tire and the current starts taking you over the edge again.
Sure, you can fight it again; indeed I did, but each time you fail and the current carries you that little bit closer to the edge, the harder you have to paddle just to stay in exactly the same place - never moving forward, just continuing to slow the effect of the deadly current.
Well, I fought and I really fought hard; fucking hard, in-fact. Apparently, it wasn't enough as I'm here again. I hit that snake and now I'm teetering perilously above the rocks, closer than I've ever been to the edge, sure that I have nowhere to go but down.
I'm actually at peace with the idea of death this time, I'm not afraid of death, I see it as rather beautiful actually. My family too are no longer an obstacle, it's not that I or they care any less, the pain of being alive has simply overcome that threshold. You might think of that as being the last true element of my survival instinct switching off.
Well, almost the last... Because as much as I am ready and prepared to end my life and indeed, I now view it as tragically inevitable, part of me still wishes there were another way. I'vehad to take an extended break from work because of this relapse and now I don't speak to anybody. I feel as though I've completely lost all perspective - for someone so level-headed and rational that's the very making of an existential crisis.
Can anyone else relate to any of this stuff, or have I completely lost the plot?