Noctis
I wish I'd done it years ago
- Dec 15, 2021
- 308
I'm ready to catch the bus. I've gone through therapy, meds, hospitalizations, and failed attempts. I've done lots of stupid things and tried lots of stupid drugs just to try to feel something... anything. But I've finally come to terms with it. I've finally accepted that it's time for me to get on the bus.
The only thing that's stopping me is one person; my wife. She will be absolutely devastated. She might actually end up following me. I can't imagine forcing that amount of pain on another person, so I've continued living solely for her.
I'm beginning to hate her for it.
I'm tired of going through life, and I'm tired of struggling to find purpose. I've lived long enough, and wrestled with suicidal thoughts long enough, to know I'll never be truly happy ever again. But I keep trying because I don't want to hurt her. I'm miserable so she doesn't have to be. And it's taking a toll on us. I don't know how much longer I can continue like this.
I keep hoping I catch her having an affair, or that she'll get tired of my shit and leave me. Then nothing will be holding me back. I'm not even angry or depressed or anxious or anything. I have the same feelings towards my death that one would have about leaving a party when it's time to go. There's not really any emotion, but I'm tired and bored and I just want to go, and I'm starting to get pissed at this guy who keeps taking to me and won't take the hint that I just want to fucking leave.
How do I keep doing what I hate just to keep from hurting someone else?
The only thing that's stopping me is one person; my wife. She will be absolutely devastated. She might actually end up following me. I can't imagine forcing that amount of pain on another person, so I've continued living solely for her.
I'm beginning to hate her for it.
I'm tired of going through life, and I'm tired of struggling to find purpose. I've lived long enough, and wrestled with suicidal thoughts long enough, to know I'll never be truly happy ever again. But I keep trying because I don't want to hurt her. I'm miserable so she doesn't have to be. And it's taking a toll on us. I don't know how much longer I can continue like this.
I keep hoping I catch her having an affair, or that she'll get tired of my shit and leave me. Then nothing will be holding me back. I'm not even angry or depressed or anxious or anything. I have the same feelings towards my death that one would have about leaving a party when it's time to go. There's not really any emotion, but I'm tired and bored and I just want to go, and I'm starting to get pissed at this guy who keeps taking to me and won't take the hint that I just want to fucking leave.
How do I keep doing what I hate just to keep from hurting someone else?