Good questions all. In a long life of being in pain and watching others in a boat like mine I see most mostly keep consenting by force. By force I mean like a forced march where death is the other option and few of us will consent to it, no matter how much we have wished we could have. So what does become of us?
We still have some value, even in the present state and into the future. We find a way. Maybe that way is mostly choosing what was chosen for us or maybe it is altering and truly improving our futures.
I have seen a few truly overcome, I see a few who are stuck, I see the rest move forward somewhat.
I can only speak for myself. Since everyone dies anyway, I want to try to keep living. The hard part, for me, is the physical pain and what it prevents me from doing. Depression tends to keep me from doing what I CAN do. It sometimes feels like a lose/lose situation. Add things like doctor appointments, fatigue, the needs of others, a small house, a needy screaming parrot, financial burden, side effects, the weather, chores, a spouse, age, anxiety, the way you were raised and empathy for others and things start to get complicated.
I’m worried that I will be caught unawares when the process of dying starts and I will be at the mercy of someone else. That’s when I plan to take my life. The problem is knowing when.
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Good questions all. In a long life of being in pain and watching others in a boat like mine I see most mostly keep consenting by force. By force I mean like a forced march where death is the other option and few of us will consent to it, no matter how much we have wished we could have. So what does become of us?
We still have some value, even in the present state and into the future. We find a way. Maybe that way is mostly choosing what was chosen for us or maybe it is altering and truly improving our futures.
I have seen a few truly overcome, I see a few who are stuck, I see the rest move forward somewhat.
I can only speak for myself. Since everyone dies anyway, I want to try to keep living. The hard part, for me, is the physical pain and what it prevents me from doing. Depression tends to keep me from doing what I CAN do. It sometimes feels like a lose/lose situation. Add things like doctor appointments, fatigue, the needs of others, a small house, a needy screaming parrot, financial burden, side effects, the weather, chores, a spouse, age, anxiety, the way you were raised and empathy for others and things start to get complicated.
I’m worried that I will be caught unawares when the process of dying starts and I will be at the mercy of someone else. That’s when I plan to take my life. The problem is knowing when.
Recurring new ways of coping i guess
Come to think of it, this is quite true.