I am a 30 year old army vet. I was seriously injured during my time in service. I’ll be in a wheelchair by the time I am 45. The va is so incompetent that I can’t even get my antidepressants or pain meds. I have never been so alone.
I am going to commit suicide on my 33rd birthday, and am getting my affairs in order so as not to burden anyone with my passing.
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My friend. Suicide is not an easy way out and I respect your decision. But would you not like to wait and see just one more view in life that puts your mind at peace and think otherwise?
It’s not an easy way out, but it is a way out. Why should I stick around? I’m ambulatory right now and can’t get my doctors to take me seriously. What is there to look forward to? Crippling, constant pain? Deteriorating mental health issues due to neglect? No thank you. I’ve tried everything, have fought uphill battles everyday and for what? So I can continue to be broken twenty years more?
I do appreciate your response, though. Please don’t mistake my complaints for being an a*&. It’s not my intention. It’s simply that logic dictates that suicide is my only remaining practical choice.
I just have to decide if I should let my loved ones know. On one hand, they can brace for impact. On the other, though, they might meddle and try to stop me.
I respect you for serving, that aside, they almost ALWAYS meddle and sometimes they bring others with them, just to warn ya.
I’m sorry to hear you’re in such physical and emotional turmoil. It really stinks what this country has done or not done for our vets, who were sent into useless and unnecessary conflicts. I hope you can get things worked out and can live better. And if not, I respect your decision either way.
If a person doesn’t have have something to live for, even the pain of day-to-day life can become unbearable. Your injuries have made your day-to-day that much more wearing and pointless. I wouldn’t want to go on either. But before making the commitment to terminate my life, I’d take a last look around for something, or someone, to justify keeping on going. It could be a lover, a child, or something you’re good at that benefits others.
My choice to exit is not entirely selfish. The people I leave will not be affected materially. (They will unjustifiably feel betrayed and I will do my best in my farewell note to explain how I was forced to choose between the lesser of two evils.)
I’m in the early stages of learning a trade that could help others, but already I’m doubtful about having the right personality type to engender the required level of trust. Nevertheless I’m going to give it my best shot and will opt for Plan S only if I’m certain that on balance I’m more of a burden than a resource, and that my presence here is no longer required. By the time I reach that conclusion, rationally, and giving myself every benefit of the doubt, I will be justified in withdrawing from the party. And I’ll be damn grateful to have the option of a quick and painless exit.
So before you go take a last look around. . . .