This one thing that suicide research claims is true. After suffering terribly and completely losing hope, I realized that there was only one way out for me: suicide by hanging!
It feels as if the sky above me gradually grew darker and darker, and at some point, it became unbearable to exist alone in this bleak environment.
All in all, I can only say that I hated my life. I honestly can't think of a single moment when I was truly happy. There were no great moments, there was nothing! My family destroyed so much and ultimately left me with a pile of rubble. And the world, society? They demanded that I create a monumental building from this rubble, which was, of course, absolutely impossible. But I still fought with what little I had! In the end, the struggle was unnecessary and pointless because it didn't lead to a single beautiful moment in my life.
I don't know how my family will react when I'm dead, but the fact is, when I was alive, they didn't care that I suffered so much in front of them. And for my little brother, I was never really a positive influence anyway, since I was always suffering and therefore had nothing to offer him. I feel most sorry for him, but unfortunately, that's the high price for eternal peace, and it's a price I must and will pay!
It feels like a nightmare and you wait and hope that you can wake up and escape this hell nightmare….but no unfortunately this is all real this all really happened to me, this was my sad life.
It feels as if the sky above me gradually grew darker and darker, and at some point, it became unbearable to exist alone in this bleak environment.
All in all, I can only say that I hated my life. I honestly can't think of a single moment when I was truly happy. There were no great moments, there was nothing! My family destroyed so much and ultimately left me with a pile of rubble. And the world, society? They demanded that I create a monumental building from this rubble, which was, of course, absolutely impossible. But I still fought with what little I had! In the end, the struggle was unnecessary and pointless because it didn't lead to a single beautiful moment in my life.
I don't know how my family will react when I'm dead, but the fact is, when I was alive, they didn't care that I suffered so much in front of them. And for my little brother, I was never really a positive influence anyway, since I was always suffering and therefore had nothing to offer him. I feel most sorry for him, but unfortunately, that's the high price for eternal peace, and it's a price I must and will pay!
It feels like a nightmare and you wait and hope that you can wake up and escape this hell nightmare….but no unfortunately this is all real this all really happened to me, this was my sad life.
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