
StevieNixs
Specialist
- Jul 22, 2021
- 316
.....that I am not the only person who is depressed. At least I have a "roof over my head, the ability to pay my bills, a car, my health" that other people are "homeless" , that "my dead sister is in a happier place". I'm wondering if I missed anything....
So - despite trauma, after trauma, after trauma, despite a multiplicity of failings in my life, despite my inability to find any joy whatsoever in life. Despite feeling as if I am dragging myself around like an empty carcass... I need to stay alive because doing otherwise would unsettle other people and be a disproportionate reaction to my life circumstances - which everyone independently acknowledges have been an enormity?
No I have not lived through the Rwandan or Kosovo genocide. No I have not been trafficked through Eastern Europe. No I have not been physically or sexually abused by my parents - but I have experienced many other things from past partners (abuse and coercion); from people in positions of power - doctors, academics, teachers (breaching professional boundaries and then closing ranks to protect themselves), abuse from strangers, Anorexia, Bulimia, other bereavements of close family relatives, the list could go on and on and on and include additional traumatic experiences which are too tedious to go into. I do not see myself as a victim. I see myself as a person who has reached the very pinnacle of my ability to cope with life. I tried it. It has not worked out for me and I want to go at a time of my choosing which will hopefully be soon.
It is a curiosity to me that people would rather see you live a life of abject misery than concede that taking your own life might actually prove to be a mercy to you. I wake up and have to actively stop myself from CTB. I have to stop myself because of the process of packing up my house/arranging house clearance companies to help (so my family do not have to do so) and because of still trying to finalise arrangements with a charity for my idiosyncratic cat who I fear will not be suitable for re-homing. On two occasions, I have come close to taking the SN in a state of impulsivity, and, when I did not, I woke up the following morning knowing that nothing, aside from my cat, provides any meaning in my life. I walk around in a haze. Observing the world but not feeling a part of it. It is such a strange feeling.
When I am not feeling disconnected from the world and the people in it, I feel desperately and heartrendingly upset - tearful, flashbacks, ruminations, excessive suicidal morbidity. I took half a Klonopin to try to disconnect from feeling this way. It worked - after a fashion.
We are all going to die. Every one of us. So why family members, doctors including psychiatrists, therapists, counsellors, friends and/or confidants insist that staying alive until your natural end is a better solution is lost on me.
So - despite trauma, after trauma, after trauma, despite a multiplicity of failings in my life, despite my inability to find any joy whatsoever in life. Despite feeling as if I am dragging myself around like an empty carcass... I need to stay alive because doing otherwise would unsettle other people and be a disproportionate reaction to my life circumstances - which everyone independently acknowledges have been an enormity?
No I have not lived through the Rwandan or Kosovo genocide. No I have not been trafficked through Eastern Europe. No I have not been physically or sexually abused by my parents - but I have experienced many other things from past partners (abuse and coercion); from people in positions of power - doctors, academics, teachers (breaching professional boundaries and then closing ranks to protect themselves), abuse from strangers, Anorexia, Bulimia, other bereavements of close family relatives, the list could go on and on and on and include additional traumatic experiences which are too tedious to go into. I do not see myself as a victim. I see myself as a person who has reached the very pinnacle of my ability to cope with life. I tried it. It has not worked out for me and I want to go at a time of my choosing which will hopefully be soon.
It is a curiosity to me that people would rather see you live a life of abject misery than concede that taking your own life might actually prove to be a mercy to you. I wake up and have to actively stop myself from CTB. I have to stop myself because of the process of packing up my house/arranging house clearance companies to help (so my family do not have to do so) and because of still trying to finalise arrangements with a charity for my idiosyncratic cat who I fear will not be suitable for re-homing. On two occasions, I have come close to taking the SN in a state of impulsivity, and, when I did not, I woke up the following morning knowing that nothing, aside from my cat, provides any meaning in my life. I walk around in a haze. Observing the world but not feeling a part of it. It is such a strange feeling.
When I am not feeling disconnected from the world and the people in it, I feel desperately and heartrendingly upset - tearful, flashbacks, ruminations, excessive suicidal morbidity. I took half a Klonopin to try to disconnect from feeling this way. It worked - after a fashion.
We are all going to die. Every one of us. So why family members, doctors including psychiatrists, therapists, counsellors, friends and/or confidants insist that staying alive until your natural end is a better solution is lost on me.
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