Tombs_in_your_eyes
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- Oct 18, 2024
- 51
I lost years of my life to the fear that my favorite person would die and leave me all alone. Now it is happening. I am not even 30, they are still young too, and they have months left to live. I have no other family aside from somebody who is completely useless and holds no space for my grief. I have no friendly neighbours or family friends. I have a handful of formerly close friends who are to give them credit being very kind, but they live hundreds of miles away.
I am going to inherit an enormous house (this isn't a boast - we live in a very poor very remote area where house prices are dirt cheap) that is stuffed with crap. Like, three floors and seven bedrooms FULL. OF. CRAP. And I'm going to have to sort through it to sell the house all by myself. While mired in extreme grief. With severe physical disabilities.
And then I don't even know where I'll move to because this house won't even buy so much as a studio apartment in or near any major city where I might start a life for myself.
I spend hours every day screaming and screaming and screaming in grief and pain and fear. I have multiple bottles of SN alongside every single drug that could make it easier but I'm too afraid of what comes after death because I have OCD which comes with intrusive thoughts of death and makes me terrified of uncertainty.
Like I can just see myself in ten years' time, stuck in this huge house crammed with stuff that isn't mine, screaming and screaming and screaming. Screaming so much I drive everyone away. Lost to the world. Having constant psychotic breaks.
Or maybe I won't even be allowed back in the house. Maybe I'll live out the next fifty years in a psychiatric institution. That seems as likely as any other outcome.
I don't know guys my life is literally what I lost years of my life to as a teenager crying in bed imagining this exact outcome and now it's happening. I just want to cut and burn and bite every inch of my skin. This life is a torture chamber and I'm stuck in it for half a century until my body decides to give in.
I am going to inherit an enormous house (this isn't a boast - we live in a very poor very remote area where house prices are dirt cheap) that is stuffed with crap. Like, three floors and seven bedrooms FULL. OF. CRAP. And I'm going to have to sort through it to sell the house all by myself. While mired in extreme grief. With severe physical disabilities.
And then I don't even know where I'll move to because this house won't even buy so much as a studio apartment in or near any major city where I might start a life for myself.
I spend hours every day screaming and screaming and screaming in grief and pain and fear. I have multiple bottles of SN alongside every single drug that could make it easier but I'm too afraid of what comes after death because I have OCD which comes with intrusive thoughts of death and makes me terrified of uncertainty.
Like I can just see myself in ten years' time, stuck in this huge house crammed with stuff that isn't mine, screaming and screaming and screaming. Screaming so much I drive everyone away. Lost to the world. Having constant psychotic breaks.
Or maybe I won't even be allowed back in the house. Maybe I'll live out the next fifty years in a psychiatric institution. That seems as likely as any other outcome.
I don't know guys my life is literally what I lost years of my life to as a teenager crying in bed imagining this exact outcome and now it's happening. I just want to cut and burn and bite every inch of my skin. This life is a torture chamber and I'm stuck in it for half a century until my body decides to give in.