Death is my safe place. Any “safe”, “supportive” place is the opposite. I’m too much for any “helpful” place. Being with my friends is of no help and just makes me feel worse. I feel trapped and powerless in my current relationship. Alone I’m left with my thoughts, and apparently i have a weird sleeping thing so a “good” night for me means nothing plus i have insomnia.
I have nothing, no where, with anyone. Not even in an unconscious state am i in a ‘safe place’.
Death is my safe place. I have too much pain in the living world yet you expect me to continue.
I understand its “an option” but if you were in constant physical agony, you wouldn’t want to continue. You have the option to continue in pain, but would you really want to?
Sadly i still don’t think they’d understand.
“it can become tolerable…..” that’s not the point nor is it guaranteed.
They always ALWAYS miss the point.
“I’m the odd one out….”
“it would be boring if my friends were the same”