For me, it would definitely be love… someone to love me, to care about me, to need me…to keep me anchored to life. Someone that wants to see me and hear my voice everyday. Someone I would not want to hurt by killing myself, simply because they love me and I love them…
What about you guys, the title question? What’s your answer?
~Oathkeeper
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I love to think that love would do the trick for me too, but I just feel I’m too far gone I would just drag that person down, and inevitably end up in the same place
Then I like to think that if the world just somehow managed to be “perfect”, and everything “evil” was gone, however impossible, that it would be enough of a happy place, to make me happy enough, and even then I’m convinced I’m probably too far gone for even that to be enough
I have many fantasies play out in my mind, of what could do it, what would be that “magic pill” for me.
but they all lead to the same place, I just don’t know what could be “enough”, because I think I’ve finally convinced myself I’m just too far off for any of that now
The heart is broken, the mind faded, the body spend, the fire is gone, and the soul is lost in darkness. No will or desire to return, or anything, but to drift and disappear into the void
I understand… no desire to “help myself” either.
Time machine.
ahhh time machine… perhaps for some.
I wouldn’t have done anything different, I would not have changed what destroyed me for the world…
Oh, I wouldn’t change anything. I’d just warn myself to sell AOL stock in 1997 and put it in Amazon. And then disappear in a cloud of smoke saying Snape killed Dumbledore.
Myself. Because I am the one who feels either happy, sad, afraid/surprised or angry/disgusted. So I am best positioned for the task.
I can set the stage for my own happiness.
If you can do that, then good luck to you. Maybe you can get yourself out of whatever troubles you.
Thank you 🙂 I will. It is my best chance. What about yourself?
Yes! Totally agree with you. This is the most empowering attitude.
Though I also think that we do have a little power to change the world around us a little too 🙂
A perfect glazed doughnut, probably. It’ll never happen. Every doughnut has a hole in its heart.
Another life. But I know there’s nothing after this one. So come to think of it, knowing there no after life or next life is saving me, for now.
For me it would be MONEY. RIght now my life is actually going pretty good… but there are a lot of changes I need to make in life… but I cannot financially afford to make those changes so my life > and that is very frustrating.
If a good chunch of money would come into my life right now.. my life would become awesome.
I would be able to make all the changes that I want to make to my life and get to a place of happiness. SO give me about 200,000 and my life would be awesome!!
Prince charming. A rich man who could take me travelling around the world…
Dreams and fantasys are free.
Rescue me ol prince charmer before I harmer hahaha
To be a cure for my health conditions and to be able to work again so I wouldn’t need to worry about money so much
A permanent home. That’s it, really. A place of my own to live and work. Without that having a normal day or a PPP life (Peaceful, Positive & Productive Life) is impossible. Maybe, before I die I can explain the details of my ridiculous and bizarre lifestyle – (probably not). But the bottom line is, after years of trying to survive (live and work without a place to be) I no longer can keep trying to survive ALONE in this horrific lifestyle and must accept my outcome/fate/decision.
Acceptance? To know that someone really understood everything that I am, and was ok with it, and still wanted me around.
Failing that, a personality transplant. Although I suppose then it wouldn’t so much be me being saved, as someone new living through my body. But if they can make a success of the mess I’ve made without my family feeling they’ve lost me then good luck to them.
Nothing can ‘save’ me. Living is a terminal affair.
I try to make the most of each moment.
It would make me much happier if my mum could acknowledge the pain I’ve been in, and if she could say she’s sorry to have used me as she did. I would like it if my dad could understand how he was neglectful and could understand how to make it right, now. But my childhood is in the past. Even if he’s attentive now, and she respects my boundaries, it’s still always going to be too late now. All that pain happened, already. I’ve already formed into a human being. I came out baked a bit off.
If it was possible to replay time and not get emotionally abused as a child, that’s what would make all the difference. I wouldn’t be in this situation. I would be someone else. This version of me wouldn’t exist.