Fragile
Broken
- Jul 7, 2019
- 1,496
Last year I made a promise to myself, I was supposed give this life one final chance and then peacefully die during late May or early June if things didn't work out.
And I moved everything in my life towards that goal. it wasn't easy, but I managed to move to a cheap apartment where I can have some privacy, I've been to some medical appointments to try to know what I have and fix or at least treat those issues. and I got N, my dream method, literally the one dream in my life that actually became reality.
things didn't improve, at least I have my peaceful pill ready and that's the only thing that gives me some sort of comfort.
but then the world crashed and started burning.
Now the economy of my country is taking yet another big hit because of the quarantine. some of my closest relatives were in heavy financial debt before corona, I can't imagine what they'll have to deal with in a couple of months.
I came to the conclusion that I can't burden them with my death, it will crush them now worse than ever and I'm afraid that my death will truly fuck their lives beyond repair. To be honest, I would've killed myself a long time ago if I wasn't a big part in their lives. every inch of my body wants out, my health issues are becoming crippling and my mental health gets to a new lower point every single day. this is not a life, it never was.
I don't want this life, I don't want to live a day at the time when every single day is a battle, nothing soothers the mental anguish or the physical pain. the only thing that keeps me going is the fear of hurting others, but that fear will go away one day.
And I moved everything in my life towards that goal. it wasn't easy, but I managed to move to a cheap apartment where I can have some privacy, I've been to some medical appointments to try to know what I have and fix or at least treat those issues. and I got N, my dream method, literally the one dream in my life that actually became reality.
things didn't improve, at least I have my peaceful pill ready and that's the only thing that gives me some sort of comfort.
but then the world crashed and started burning.
Now the economy of my country is taking yet another big hit because of the quarantine. some of my closest relatives were in heavy financial debt before corona, I can't imagine what they'll have to deal with in a couple of months.
I came to the conclusion that I can't burden them with my death, it will crush them now worse than ever and I'm afraid that my death will truly fuck their lives beyond repair. To be honest, I would've killed myself a long time ago if I wasn't a big part in their lives. every inch of my body wants out, my health issues are becoming crippling and my mental health gets to a new lower point every single day. this is not a life, it never was.
I don't want this life, I don't want to live a day at the time when every single day is a battle, nothing soothers the mental anguish or the physical pain. the only thing that keeps me going is the fear of hurting others, but that fear will go away one day.