aeris
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- Apr 6, 2023
- 13
It's probably full of grammar errors but i didn't want ai or google translate to dehumanize my words, sorry.
I'm familiar with the term suicide since a very young age. My mom raised me giving me suicide warnings, she'd sometimes say no soul would ever sense if she locked herself in the bathroom and slit her wrists. My sister tried taking pills and committing suicide. Later in my life I met a boy and fell in love. He also told me about his suicidal past and how he had taken some pills to numb his pain and leave his life behind. He also gave me some of my mom's warnings. Once he gave me a deadline and told me he'd be gone by that day. Me, who was already feeling anti anti sympathetic to those considering suicide and was talking bad about suicidal acts such as them being super selfish, surprisingly became obsessed with the idea. Now I can't stop wondering about the feeling. I watched a couple of legal assisted suicide videos in which the last breaths sounded super horrific. The problem is as much as it sounded horrific it also felt very relaxing. It was like a few minutes of meditation and it was more than enough to keep me focused on the sound for days or maybe weeks. I still can hear it and I can't help but wonder how I'd feel breathing like that. Breathing that heavy but so uncaring and reckless about the snore. I wish I had it guaranteed I could come back from the "eternal" sleep. Not as in reincarnation or afterlife but as in waking up in this lifetime as myself just like any other day. Just so I could have satisfied my curiosity. I don't want to be dead but I want to die once if that makes sense. I'm pretty sure I won't commit suicide, even at my lowest point I learned not to intervene in life too much. I can look dead in the eye of myself on the mirror and I can confidently say I won't ever do it. Because I don't want to. I don't really know what I'm expecting as a response i just felt like getting this out of my chest.
I'm familiar with the term suicide since a very young age. My mom raised me giving me suicide warnings, she'd sometimes say no soul would ever sense if she locked herself in the bathroom and slit her wrists. My sister tried taking pills and committing suicide. Later in my life I met a boy and fell in love. He also told me about his suicidal past and how he had taken some pills to numb his pain and leave his life behind. He also gave me some of my mom's warnings. Once he gave me a deadline and told me he'd be gone by that day. Me, who was already feeling anti anti sympathetic to those considering suicide and was talking bad about suicidal acts such as them being super selfish, surprisingly became obsessed with the idea. Now I can't stop wondering about the feeling. I watched a couple of legal assisted suicide videos in which the last breaths sounded super horrific. The problem is as much as it sounded horrific it also felt very relaxing. It was like a few minutes of meditation and it was more than enough to keep me focused on the sound for days or maybe weeks. I still can hear it and I can't help but wonder how I'd feel breathing like that. Breathing that heavy but so uncaring and reckless about the snore. I wish I had it guaranteed I could come back from the "eternal" sleep. Not as in reincarnation or afterlife but as in waking up in this lifetime as myself just like any other day. Just so I could have satisfied my curiosity. I don't want to be dead but I want to die once if that makes sense. I'm pretty sure I won't commit suicide, even at my lowest point I learned not to intervene in life too much. I can look dead in the eye of myself on the mirror and I can confidently say I won't ever do it. Because I don't want to. I don't really know what I'm expecting as a response i just felt like getting this out of my chest.