Centerism
Love is my final option
- Aug 25, 2019
- 233
Hey all,
Today is a trying day for me. Twice a week I have to go to a therapist. It's ordered for me to go since I collect social security. If I didn't go I'd lose the roof over my head and I quite like the roof that I have.
Today I'm feeling wrecked since I know soon I'll have to look my therapist in the eye and lie. I don't like to lie. She will ask me if I'm suicidal and if I have a plan. I will of course say no because if I don't I will be thrown in a psych ward. And I hate those places. They keep trying to convince you not to end your life because you have so much to live for, you have family, or your worth so much more. All I want to say to them is, "don't you get it? To me this is mercy! This is a chance at happiness and peace I've never had!" But they won't let you out till you agree life is worth living...
I'm sure today will end up fine. I'll probably just talk about the passing of my lover. And we'll come to a general conclusion that I'm depressed due to my loss and it will soon pass...
But I don't get it. Do these people honestly care about whether or not we live or are they just there to collect a paycheck. I think a little of both. They have a very short time with each of their patients and they see so many. Do they actually think they can help each and every one of us or are they resigned to the idea that in the end some of us are lost hopes. Does it affect them to know some of their patients lose the battle with life? I hope both that it does and doesn't.
I know I'm hopeless, I'm dedicated to that fact. And I don't want people thinking they could have done something, that it's somehow their fault. Because that's the furthest from the truth. It's all on me, nobody did anything to me, nobody told me to ctb. I alone have found it to destructive to live. I alone have made this decision. I will act by myself...
Maybe you all have a similar situation. Thanks for reading
Today is a trying day for me. Twice a week I have to go to a therapist. It's ordered for me to go since I collect social security. If I didn't go I'd lose the roof over my head and I quite like the roof that I have.
Today I'm feeling wrecked since I know soon I'll have to look my therapist in the eye and lie. I don't like to lie. She will ask me if I'm suicidal and if I have a plan. I will of course say no because if I don't I will be thrown in a psych ward. And I hate those places. They keep trying to convince you not to end your life because you have so much to live for, you have family, or your worth so much more. All I want to say to them is, "don't you get it? To me this is mercy! This is a chance at happiness and peace I've never had!" But they won't let you out till you agree life is worth living...
I'm sure today will end up fine. I'll probably just talk about the passing of my lover. And we'll come to a general conclusion that I'm depressed due to my loss and it will soon pass...
But I don't get it. Do these people honestly care about whether or not we live or are they just there to collect a paycheck. I think a little of both. They have a very short time with each of their patients and they see so many. Do they actually think they can help each and every one of us or are they resigned to the idea that in the end some of us are lost hopes. Does it affect them to know some of their patients lose the battle with life? I hope both that it does and doesn't.
I know I'm hopeless, I'm dedicated to that fact. And I don't want people thinking they could have done something, that it's somehow their fault. Because that's the furthest from the truth. It's all on me, nobody did anything to me, nobody told me to ctb. I alone have found it to destructive to live. I alone have made this decision. I will act by myself...
Maybe you all have a similar situation. Thanks for reading