TVtrays
Member
- May 6, 2019
- 99
I've had my share of attempts and I've got a bunch of meto, vodka, tramadol and xanax prepared for whenever I'm ready to not be so cowardly as to sit around sulking, rather than actually just fucking taking initiative for once in my life and doing it.
I've been suicidal since I was a child, and no amount of help has ever changed that. Therapy, hospitalisations, fucking ranting endlessly to people who've probably got better things to do than to take in a heaping spoonful of my pitiful self loathing.
I was raped recently. On top of the mounting pressures in life pushing me to the brink, I got fucking raped just last week. Isn't that just a tad more than a wink and a nudge from the universe that maybe I just need to be fucking weeded from existence?
So, added trauma. That's just lovely, isn't it? I have PTSD, BPD, ADHD, OCD, major depression, Tourette's and probably autism. I was literally fucking born to die. Maybe if I weren't born a disabled, piece of shit mess of a child, I wouldn't have been abused, but I was. My whole perspective on life is one where I long not to experience it any longer.
So, with all of that, people have the audacity to praise my resilience.
I know people mean well but it's fucking maddening. Like, am I supposed to be some inspiration porn for some sheltered fucking pro-lifers? "Oh, it gets better! It always does!" Like seriously, fold it neatly in your hands and tuck that bullshit snugly up your arse where it belongs.
Maybe, just realise that I'm not meant to exist.
I've been suicidal since I was a child, and no amount of help has ever changed that. Therapy, hospitalisations, fucking ranting endlessly to people who've probably got better things to do than to take in a heaping spoonful of my pitiful self loathing.
I was raped recently. On top of the mounting pressures in life pushing me to the brink, I got fucking raped just last week. Isn't that just a tad more than a wink and a nudge from the universe that maybe I just need to be fucking weeded from existence?
So, added trauma. That's just lovely, isn't it? I have PTSD, BPD, ADHD, OCD, major depression, Tourette's and probably autism. I was literally fucking born to die. Maybe if I weren't born a disabled, piece of shit mess of a child, I wouldn't have been abused, but I was. My whole perspective on life is one where I long not to experience it any longer.
So, with all of that, people have the audacity to praise my resilience.
I know people mean well but it's fucking maddening. Like, am I supposed to be some inspiration porn for some sheltered fucking pro-lifers? "Oh, it gets better! It always does!" Like seriously, fold it neatly in your hands and tuck that bullshit snugly up your arse where it belongs.
Maybe, just realise that I'm not meant to exist.
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