
kane
Student
- Jun 26, 2020
- 171
I'm stuck in such a weird headspace. My day to day experience of the world fills me with despair - from regret, longing, and loneliness to physical pain. I frequently get the feeling that it's just not worth enduring. And when I try to think about it rationally, I generally reach the conclusion that I probably would be better off dead (presuming that death is the end.)
But there's so much keeping me from actually acting on that belief. I'm terrified of death for starters - the experience of it, the defeat of survival instinct, the end of self, or of there being something worse beyond. I think there's also just this unconscious emotional conviction that my life is somehow important, and dying is a violation of that. I'm also very much attached to the idea of life - to unrealistic conceptions of love, happiness, connection, contentment. To what I think of as myself - my memories, thoughts, etc. And simply to being - to experiencing. To beauty, music, nature.
Most of what's stopping me seems to be irrational. I'll have to face death sooner or later. My delusions about life only get less likely as I age. And my appreciation of positive experience is mostly blocked off by my suffering.
I don't want to die, but I frequently feel convinced that it would be best for me. But then when it comes to whether it would be best overall, I'm much less sure. I'm fairly certain it would completely devastate my mother, and severely impact my father and sister (we're unusually close as a family). I don't know to what extent they'd ever recover, or what the ripple effects of that would be. I might guess that my sister might find some way to cope with it eventually and continue to build a decent life. I think it would probably severely impact my father's physical health, and send him back into deep depression. I have no idea how my mother would deal with it - I just know it would hurt her so intensely.
I don't know how much of that would be offset by no longer having me as a drag in their lives - economically or emotionally. No longer having to worry about me. And there's also the other negative effects I have on the world to consider - little ways I make things worse. The suffering I contribute to through my consumption habits etc. But overall, I tend to come to conclusion that it's probably best for others that I not kill myself (which itself is odd, given what a shitty person I am.)
So I don't want to live with this anymore. But I also don't want to kill myself. But I also think that suicide would be best for me. But also that it's probably a 'good' decision not to. I have no clue how to cope with that level of dissonance.
But there's so much keeping me from actually acting on that belief. I'm terrified of death for starters - the experience of it, the defeat of survival instinct, the end of self, or of there being something worse beyond. I think there's also just this unconscious emotional conviction that my life is somehow important, and dying is a violation of that. I'm also very much attached to the idea of life - to unrealistic conceptions of love, happiness, connection, contentment. To what I think of as myself - my memories, thoughts, etc. And simply to being - to experiencing. To beauty, music, nature.
Most of what's stopping me seems to be irrational. I'll have to face death sooner or later. My delusions about life only get less likely as I age. And my appreciation of positive experience is mostly blocked off by my suffering.
I don't want to die, but I frequently feel convinced that it would be best for me. But then when it comes to whether it would be best overall, I'm much less sure. I'm fairly certain it would completely devastate my mother, and severely impact my father and sister (we're unusually close as a family). I don't know to what extent they'd ever recover, or what the ripple effects of that would be. I might guess that my sister might find some way to cope with it eventually and continue to build a decent life. I think it would probably severely impact my father's physical health, and send him back into deep depression. I have no idea how my mother would deal with it - I just know it would hurt her so intensely.
I don't know how much of that would be offset by no longer having me as a drag in their lives - economically or emotionally. No longer having to worry about me. And there's also the other negative effects I have on the world to consider - little ways I make things worse. The suffering I contribute to through my consumption habits etc. But overall, I tend to come to conclusion that it's probably best for others that I not kill myself (which itself is odd, given what a shitty person I am.)
So I don't want to live with this anymore. But I also don't want to kill myself. But I also think that suicide would be best for me. But also that it's probably a 'good' decision not to. I have no clue how to cope with that level of dissonance.
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