thejumper
Floating towards the edge of the universe
- Feb 27, 2022
- 33
I attended a big ceremony today. After leaving the ceremony, I slowly started getting sad for no reason - something I expect every day but despise. Sadness gradually started turning into despair, and I didn't know what to do. Tucked myself into bed after coming home and chain smoking all day, and tried to sleep my depression away. I was shocked in my dream though.
In my dream, I was one of the old terminally ill patients clad in white (like monks - we were bald for some reason as well) who were going to die that day. We all had our unique sayings in our hands: mine read "not critical (of death or life, I presume. don't remember this part well). Anyway, I was a humorous person in the dream and tried to joke a few times and made everyone laugh despite the fact that we were all going to die that day. As we slowly started getting closer and closer to death - we were just walking in the middle of nowhere, some kind of a desert, I guess, towards "death" - I broke down. Terribly. In front of everyone. I wasn't ready to deal with the unknown at all. This is something that has happened to me in the past whenever I attempted to CTB. The terminally ill patient that I was today, however humorous and chill in nature, couldn't bear the looming oblivion.
I guess I can't beat "it". I can't beat my despair. Most of the days I can kind of manage it, but some days it hits me so hard that I just want to dissolve myself into total nothingness. I'm not ready for death either, which sucks big time. I'm not cognitively equipped to deal with existence nor death in my current state. I wish I never woke up. It doesn't get better, even things in my life do actually get better.
I just want to be able to feel normal everyday. I'm okay with not being happy as long as I don't have this excruciating despair that wears me down gradually.
In my dream, I was one of the old terminally ill patients clad in white (like monks - we were bald for some reason as well) who were going to die that day. We all had our unique sayings in our hands: mine read "not critical (of death or life, I presume. don't remember this part well). Anyway, I was a humorous person in the dream and tried to joke a few times and made everyone laugh despite the fact that we were all going to die that day. As we slowly started getting closer and closer to death - we were just walking in the middle of nowhere, some kind of a desert, I guess, towards "death" - I broke down. Terribly. In front of everyone. I wasn't ready to deal with the unknown at all. This is something that has happened to me in the past whenever I attempted to CTB. The terminally ill patient that I was today, however humorous and chill in nature, couldn't bear the looming oblivion.
I guess I can't beat "it". I can't beat my despair. Most of the days I can kind of manage it, but some days it hits me so hard that I just want to dissolve myself into total nothingness. I'm not ready for death either, which sucks big time. I'm not cognitively equipped to deal with existence nor death in my current state. I wish I never woke up. It doesn't get better, even things in my life do actually get better.
I just want to be able to feel normal everyday. I'm okay with not being happy as long as I don't have this excruciating despair that wears me down gradually.