If you’re reading this, you’re obviously still alive. And to that I am curious to what each person is fighting [to stay alive] for?
+Is it a loved one? And your reluctance on imposing unmeasurable grief?
+The hope of recovery?
+A fear of dying?
+Other?
Me? Its the reluctance on imposing unmeasurable grief. And for that, I both struggle and, too, remain.
I’m sure this question has floated its way on here many times over. Just floating it again.
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I’m fighting to end my life I have been forced to stay alive despite my greatest desire not to
I would not fight to stay alive for anything
Just the sooner I can kill myself the better
Earth is disgusting
Loved ones. I hate to put grief on them. Believe me, I question it everyday. Meanwhile, therapist makes life less onerous.
Partly, I’m curious about the new things I might learn.
Partly, I figure I can go whenever I want so there’s never too much harm in waiting another day.
Partly, I take a grim relish out of proving “it gets better” to be wrong.
I wouldn’t say any of that really amounts to “fighting,” though.
this world really is a disgusting, distasteful place. infested with bigotry, hate. so much hate. look at children… look at how innocent, curious and honest we are when first enter this disgusting place. look at children, and you will see just how terrible this world really is. yeah, there’s still a lot of good, but there’s clearly more bad than good, and focusing on just the good is unrealistic.
i’m currently fighting for truth. i feel like i am damn near hanging to the thinnest thread known to man, and here i am desperately, desperately trying to stitch myself back to one. though i am still fucked up, and will never be “right”, i have to somehow learn how to roll with these setbacks, which seems entirely impossible. some would say i need Jesus, some would say i need help.
i think we all need a miracle, am i right?
honestly? i’m afraid of death, but that’s all i want. i’m in that state of mind where i wouldn’t jump in front of a moving train. but, if i was already on the train tracks, i wouldn’t move. i don’t know how to describe that. i wouldn’t describe that as “fighting”, just merely stuck in the middle of it all.
love. i want to love someone. Sacrifice for them. make them happy. support them.
redemption. i cant die the man i am. I hate what i am. i can only die if i change first or my soul will writhe in eternity.
peace….i just want to breathe and be still and exist and see what i can before times up.
I promised my husband I wouldn’t do that to him. He’s a good man.
And no one could love my cockatoo like I do. I have even considered taking him with me but I can’t bear the thought of harming him.
And I’m a coward.