cowbain
teach me empathy
- Jul 16, 2019
- 143
I have every reason to want to die. I'm poor. I can't function anymore. My health is shit. I have no family or friends. I'm abused everyday. In pain everyday. I live in isolation. Life is just not enjoyable or fun anymore. It's scary and unbearable. I cannot find anything inspirational or beautiful about this suffering, especially knowing it'll probably end in my death.
Im not even sure what I'd want to do with my life, and if I found out, in the grand scheme of things it wouldn't be worth it. I'm young so idealistically everyone will tell me I still have "time". Time means nothing when you look at all of the major things I lack that makes living worthwhile. There's no guarantee that aging will make things better. This society values youth so I think if I haven't gotten practical help now, that in the future, somehow this will be worse because then no one is really not going to give a shit about me. I don't want to live to see that day. (If you're going through that I'm so sorry <3) It's hard to realize that no one is going to save me. The government and healthcare system has failed me so many times, just like they've done so many others. And it's not just by plain dismal, there's been plenty of encounters where they've added on to my abuse and torment.
Still, I'm afraid of dying. I've been suicidal since I was 13 and it's just now sinking in that this is going to be my fate. Mainly it's the process of getting the supplies and going through with it that scares me the most because I know my ocd mind will infiltrate me with anxiety and torture me with what if's.
Does anyone else struggle with the dilemma of knowing you need to die but getting intense anxiety while planning and acting it out? If you overcame it please share how you did. I wish I knew how to get benzos
Im not even sure what I'd want to do with my life, and if I found out, in the grand scheme of things it wouldn't be worth it. I'm young so idealistically everyone will tell me I still have "time". Time means nothing when you look at all of the major things I lack that makes living worthwhile. There's no guarantee that aging will make things better. This society values youth so I think if I haven't gotten practical help now, that in the future, somehow this will be worse because then no one is really not going to give a shit about me. I don't want to live to see that day. (If you're going through that I'm so sorry <3) It's hard to realize that no one is going to save me. The government and healthcare system has failed me so many times, just like they've done so many others. And it's not just by plain dismal, there's been plenty of encounters where they've added on to my abuse and torment.
Still, I'm afraid of dying. I've been suicidal since I was 13 and it's just now sinking in that this is going to be my fate. Mainly it's the process of getting the supplies and going through with it that scares me the most because I know my ocd mind will infiltrate me with anxiety and torture me with what if's.
Does anyone else struggle with the dilemma of knowing you need to die but getting intense anxiety while planning and acting it out? If you overcame it please share how you did. I wish I knew how to get benzos