Viafactorum
Tedious
- Jun 9, 2022
- 80
I had a talk with my family about my suffering. The mental anguish I experience on a daily basis, and how a less than ideal childhood has resulted in me becoming absolutely useless as an adult. I don't know why I even did this, maybe it was the all bottled up anxiety finally making me crack since I have decided that I will be making my exit very soon. Even though I have heard it thousands of times it still hurt when they started saying how I have it so good compared to some kid in Africa eating plastic to live. Yes I understand that there are people in far more miserable situations than me but is that reason enough to invalidate my fears and anxieties? I also understand that it is hard for them to understand my perspective because for my parents, life has been an eternal struggle from the time they were born and things like depression and anxiety were problems they didn't have the time to deal with.
That being said this constant misery comparison from the beginning of my life on this dogwater planet has caused me to ignore my emotional well being. Today I got the final push to overcome my SI, knowing that there is none in this world that will ever take the effort to understand me nor acknowledge my emotions. If this was a few years ago I would have been terrified, because I considered my life to be worth something. Not anymore, I feel at peace knowing that I will be able to pass on from this world very soon. I hope there isn't some karmic cycle that shits me back into this world because I cannot imagine a torture worse than being alive. I don't care if there is heaven or hell, I am most probably going to hell, but I am not bothered by it. I would take whatever torture purgatory has to throw at me over this cursed life.
I'd like to tell all the people in this world suffering from similar circumstances that there is hope, but I can't. You're all fucked, just like me. Maybe you people are stronger than me and can somehow survive these waves of sadness and anxiety and somehow brave the ignorance of people that call themselves your "loved ones." But even if you do all that I doubt you will find any meaning in this crowded and dying world. In any case I wanted to write this down. I wish I was wrong about this world, but I'm not. The realization hurts more than the effects I've endured till now.
Vale
That being said this constant misery comparison from the beginning of my life on this dogwater planet has caused me to ignore my emotional well being. Today I got the final push to overcome my SI, knowing that there is none in this world that will ever take the effort to understand me nor acknowledge my emotions. If this was a few years ago I would have been terrified, because I considered my life to be worth something. Not anymore, I feel at peace knowing that I will be able to pass on from this world very soon. I hope there isn't some karmic cycle that shits me back into this world because I cannot imagine a torture worse than being alive. I don't care if there is heaven or hell, I am most probably going to hell, but I am not bothered by it. I would take whatever torture purgatory has to throw at me over this cursed life.
I'd like to tell all the people in this world suffering from similar circumstances that there is hope, but I can't. You're all fucked, just like me. Maybe you people are stronger than me and can somehow survive these waves of sadness and anxiety and somehow brave the ignorance of people that call themselves your "loved ones." But even if you do all that I doubt you will find any meaning in this crowded and dying world. In any case I wanted to write this down. I wish I was wrong about this world, but I'm not. The realization hurts more than the effects I've endured till now.
Vale
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