
FarAcrossTheWater
Experienced
- Sep 4, 2020
- 264
I spend my days fighting to stay alive and I'm sick and tired of it. I'm not spending my days thriving. Instead of thriving, I am here so I can say I'm not dead and everyone can say I'm not dead.
I am spending my days trying to get out bed, trying to feed myself, and trying to find a job. I don't have a future where I can be happy. Is this life worth fighting for?
Everyday I imagine ways to kill myself. Jumping in front of car. Slitting my wrists. Hanging myself. It will never stop and won't stop until I end it on my terms. I am utterly miserable. This simply is not a life worth living. Not only that but continued existence means a contribution to the climate emergency. Live and continue to suffer. Life and continue to plunge the world in crisis. Die and salvation.
There is only one answer.
I am spending my days trying to get out bed, trying to feed myself, and trying to find a job. I don't have a future where I can be happy. Is this life worth fighting for?
Everyday I imagine ways to kill myself. Jumping in front of car. Slitting my wrists. Hanging myself. It will never stop and won't stop until I end it on my terms. I am utterly miserable. This simply is not a life worth living. Not only that but continued existence means a contribution to the climate emergency. Live and continue to suffer. Life and continue to plunge the world in crisis. Die and salvation.
There is only one answer.