(first of all, sorry if it's poor ettiquette to respond to old threads like this)
i just finished my first draft of my note and i kind of wanted to get an outside opinion on it, be they grammar/style suggestions or things that i should include, or any other tips really. the draft (with some personal info removed for safety) is below:
There's nothing that I can say here that will prevent those close to me from feeling guilty. No amount of "it's not your fault" will ever convince you that's true; you will always think of some sign you should have caught, some moment you should have done something different, something that, had you done it, would keep me here. I guess that's the hardest part. There's no way for me to do this without hurting the people I love; conversely, I can't just live my life for other people, especially when other people don't seem to see that I'm doing so.
It's hard to explain my reasoning without feeling like I'm guilt tripping everyone in my life, so let me just say this: you're allowed to grieve. You are allowed to be upset and guilty and angry, those are all natural responses to something like this. But don't grieve forever. Treat this like any other kind of death; give yourself a moment to process, but don't be afraid to move on. And at this point, I feel the need to say that I am fully aware that it sounds immensely self-centered to assume that anyone wouldn't be able to move on, that all of this is redundant. But I digress.
There are two main reasons why I'm doing this. The first is simply the state of the world and our politics. There have been so many problems that I can't even list them all. I think that the genocide in Palestine and the way that our government has enabled it was the first of many issues that just built up until I was left completely hopeless and disillusioned. There has also been countless indications of the US's backsliding into fascism, which is its own thing. The quality of life in the US, particularly for queer people, women, and people of color has plummeted. And I'm tired. And the US isn't the only place where this downward spiral is found, although it's certainly the most high profile. Because of the systematic way that society is structured, there are issues that are present no matter where I go, and as such, there's no way for me to escape. And because these issues ("Imperialist white supremacist capitalist patriarchy," to steal a phrase from bell hooks) are so deeply ingrained in our lives, I don't see it changing any time soon. And I'm sick of waiting for life to improve.
The second reason is the more personal one. I am alone. I don't just feel alone, I actually am alone. And people will say "but there are so many people who love and care for you, so many people who want to support you!" But if you take a look at my life, you'll see that's not really true, or at least not in any meaningful way. I think that there are 2 main categories of love: love out of obligation, and love for its own sake. And if I take inventory of everyone close to me, I can't find one person that loves me just because they love me, and if there are any, they haven't showed it in a long time. I can't remember the last time someone invited me to do something or to hang out. For as long as I can remember, it's been me that reaches out. And I'm tired of being the only one to reach out. And again, I don't mean this as an accusation, but it is an observation that is important to understanding why I did it.
And this exacerbates the effects of reason #1; the world is a clusterfuck, and I have no one to turn to to make it bearable. As far as I'm concerned, this is the logical conclusion. The meaning of life is other people, so a life without other people is meaningless. When an animal has poor quality of life, you put them down. This is hardly any different.
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I don't know how to end this. I want to give you something profound to hold onto, but there is no beauty in my suffering. My pain isn't artful, it's just pain. And now it's over. It's finally over. So this is goodbye.