Noctis
I wish I'd done it years ago
- Dec 15, 2021
- 308
Out of the billions of people on Earth, why did my parents have to find each other? And out of the trillions of combinations of their genetic contribution, why did I get this result? A depressed introvert who hates himself more than anything except the idea of pain so he's stuck here in a miserable existence because he's too much of a coward to do anything about it?
I told my wife everything. How fucked up I am. That at no point in my life was I happy that I exist, that I wouldn't prefer to be never born at all, even if the best days of my life. That around 75% of the time, I want to die but I'm too scared to do it myself.
I knew she battled with depression. I knew she had thought about suicide before, we've talked about that. I thought she would understand. She did not. She said she thinks about suicide maybe a few times a year, usually when something really bad happens. She was appalled to hear I think about it every single day of my life. Yes, even on the happiest day you can ever think of, I thought about dying at some point that day.
So, I don't even have the garden variety depression. I have the extra-strength fuck you version that makes me want to kill myself. Why? Out of the literally quadrillions of possibilities of being a human, why the fuck was I given this one? At least if I was worse, I'd get the courage to use a 12 gauge as a lollipop.
I try my best to be a positive person. I put in so much fucking effort to leave this world better than I found it. I genuinely try to give everyone the empathy and compassion they deserve as human beings. I am a good person (at least I think so). So what the fuck did I do to deserve this? Why couldn't I just have been normal?
This is such bullshit. I hate it here.
I told my wife everything. How fucked up I am. That at no point in my life was I happy that I exist, that I wouldn't prefer to be never born at all, even if the best days of my life. That around 75% of the time, I want to die but I'm too scared to do it myself.
I knew she battled with depression. I knew she had thought about suicide before, we've talked about that. I thought she would understand. She did not. She said she thinks about suicide maybe a few times a year, usually when something really bad happens. She was appalled to hear I think about it every single day of my life. Yes, even on the happiest day you can ever think of, I thought about dying at some point that day.
So, I don't even have the garden variety depression. I have the extra-strength fuck you version that makes me want to kill myself. Why? Out of the literally quadrillions of possibilities of being a human, why the fuck was I given this one? At least if I was worse, I'd get the courage to use a 12 gauge as a lollipop.
I try my best to be a positive person. I put in so much fucking effort to leave this world better than I found it. I genuinely try to give everyone the empathy and compassion they deserve as human beings. I am a good person (at least I think so). So what the fuck did I do to deserve this? Why couldn't I just have been normal?
This is such bullshit. I hate it here.