do you know to what point I’ve gotten ? I no longer wish/want normal people to be caring or understanding (validate my pain in other words), I’d prefer they respect my choices instead of judging or trying to understand them .. to choose death over life and leave by my own will is one of them
just because normal people go out of their way to stay alive, don’t necessarily know how overwhelming & draining depression can get but can only imagine, I’m forced to stay here as a result ? who entitled them to keep me alive and -this is what bothers me the most- try to have me being functional in a dysfunctional society ? the being they refer to as God ?
if that’s the case, why wouldn’t God talk directly to me instead ?
also, why is death often seen as a tragedy ? how about it being seen as a delivrance ?
this isn’t a pro-suicide post, more of a thinking outside the box one