This site. The blogs of others. The feeling that I somehow am not nearly as alone as I feel in all of this. I have always known that others feel the way I do. I knew I wasn’t the only one out there that curses each morning they wake up to see they’ve survived the night. But seeing others words, their stories. It’s comforting, in a strange way. Perhaps that is rude of me to say? I would never wish these morbidly comforting thoughts onto anyone else. I would never wish for anyone else to want to end their life. However, hearing people openly express their wish to die, their problems and struggles so much like my own, it creates a certain relief. I enjoy the ability to come onto this website, where I can proclaim without fear or shame, that I wish to die. There isn’t a whirlwind of hatred and pleas. It’s just, a statement. And it’s accepted. Not wished to become a reality, but accepted nonetheless. And that, is a truly beautiful thing
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society is based on acting like you’re fine all the time.. it makes a person seem insignificant.. but a life isn’t insignificant.
people are truthful here, so I like this site too
It makes you realize that people are human too. They aren’t the fake shells called people that you meet in the world.
They have the same desires and problems. Although some are worse than others of course..
I like most people on this site.. 🙂
I’ve been “acting fine” most of my life. I think that’s what finally helped beat me down and how I wound up frequenting this site. Now I’m just being me and have driven most everyone away with my issues and mood. So of course I still feel beat down and feel like shit.
Hmm, but something tells me im not on the same wavelength as everyone else. Just can’t quite put my finger on it.
I feel the same way, too. And I understand what you mean. We like to hear about other people’s problems because it makes us feel like we are not alone in our own problems.
Du är inte ensam. “You are not alone” 🙂
I agree, I like it when someone on a site like this says you’re not alone. I hate it when someone who doesn’t suffer depression/anxiety/suicidal thoughts, tells me I’m not alone. Nice words, but it rings hollow.