Consciousness is restlessness. To be conscious is to be plagued by a perpetual itch that’s always just out of reach.
I want to die in the same way that a person would want to finally scratch a persistent itch.
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Being conscious is a thorn, of a beautiful rose. You either embrace its beauty and suffer or end it all.
You know, the first post i have ever read here was of a girl`s. It left me speechless. No one could ever express better what i felt and still feel every day. That kind of person is what i am looking for in my life, at least for the remaining time. If you have a moment, read her note.
https://suicideproject.org/2012/07/the-decision-of-peaceful-death-by-dehydration-my-story/
I’ve read the link that you’ve attached and found it illuminating. There is a quiet and unwavering resolve in those who have made the decision to die
Does not the state of Consciousness matter? I attempt to alter mine as often as physically possible.
To paraphrase “TrainSpotting”, nothing really matters when you have a true and sincere drug habit.
Im not trying to make drugs sound cool (not at all. right now I’m numbing the aches and pains from opiate withdraw with synthetics) I’m just speaking from past…. or current experiences thats worked for me.
Because, even though I’m still depressed, curing the pins and needle feeling raging over me is the main priority.
This is a great post. Thank you.