Here’s the suicide note I’m thinking of using:
I’m through living a life whose defining characteristic is being depressed.
I have what would appear to others to be a good life. I have parents who love me (albeit from 3000 miles away), good friends (albeit almost all of whom are married and so not as available to their single friends anymore), and a good job (albeit one I no longer have any interest in because I don’t have any interest in anything). In short, I have what appears to be a good life, albeit, it isn’t.
I’ve been depressed for ten years now (give or take), and I’ve lived in the DC area for fifteen. Thus, in all my time here, in all my life since graduate school, I’ve lived twice as long depressed as I did enjoying things.
I’m killing myself now for what should be a self-evident reason: I don’t want to live any longer. Please resist the urge to lie to yourself or to me by believing that things “would have been better†if I had just done X. Live ten years depressed yourself, then see how well X makes things better!
I apologize to anyone I told that I was feeling better. I guess you are familiar with the fact that, when you’re depressed, you exaggerate how bad things are. Well, that works in reverse as well: it’s easy to say how much better things have been lately if you are in one of those momentary cloud breaks.
So, I’m skipping all of it.
The growing old.
The being alone.
The sitting at my desk not getting any work done.
The knowing that you’re a reasonably smart person and not being able to bring any of it to bear.
The utter lack in any interest in anything.
The getting fat because eating is the one thing that reliably distracts you from how unhappy you are.
The getting up in the morning and SO not wanting to get out of bed.
The realizing that life has passed you by and there’s no way to catch up to it.
The progressing diabetes and all the fun it has store for you down the road.
The sitting in a filthy apartment and not having a tenth the needed willpower to get up and clean it.
I’ve already seen what ten years of living like this was like, and I’m looking at a good thirty years more of it. After which, when every last ounce of despair has been squeezed out of me, then, and only then, will I be rewarded for my stamina by being allowed to die.
So, sorry to anyone who wanted me to go back for a another helping of that shit, but fuck that, I think I’ll pass.
I’m skipping out.
Gave at the office.
The check’s in the mail.
If I do that, the terrorists win.
Etc., etc.
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7 comments
Bingo!
Thanks for sharing your note, I wish your life could have gone better. It sucks to be depressed let alone 10 straight years of depression. I’m sorry you have had to live like this. If there was one thing that could have ended your depression what do you think it would have been?
Hi Dallas,
I knew a man named Dallas once. He died of AIDS. He would come into the place I worked at. He was very sick at the time. He rejected treatments that were keeping him alive because he knew it was just a matter of time. He was alone and sick. I think of him on occasion. I’m thinking about you right now. I guess that means that though we are in different places there is a connection. That’s all it takes to create one. Just reaching out to others. Maybe if you could find someone near you to connect with it might make life better. I know what it is like to be depressed. I was diagnosed with it when I was 16. I’m 53 now. I found as life has progressed and attempts to take my life have failed that trying to die gets old. So I meditate and I try to help others. I had a 24 year old girl in my home who watched one of her Brothers die in front of her. Her other brother just survived being given a chemically laced drink at a party that induced brain damage. She is a cutter. So much pain for so many. There are people out there that you can help. Why should you? Because they need you and maybe you need them. I cope by helping someone else like my friend. She needed help I am trying to encourage her to get some. It hurts to be a victim of someones hate and no one deserves it but helping others has been the only thing that has helped me. Just a suggestion…
Let me know if I can help.
Thanks. There was something about your one-word response that just seemed to nail how I feel as well.
If anything could have changed things, I think that it would have been finding that one woman with whom I wanted to share the rest of my life and having her feeling the same about me.
Thanks, Vox. I’ll give it a think.
Yes i agree, bingo. i know exactly what you are talking about. i plan on ending it soon myself. plan is in place.