Saturday, 17 Sept 2022
I wish I was kidnapped, or at least had cancer. Perhaps then I would have found meaning in my life, something to live for.
Mine is an empty existence. I have nothing to look forward to. I have nothing to leave behind. Not even words…
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You don’t want cancer. It’s not like a quick death. It’s just a way to suffer. Being kidnapped though? That’s proably another thing you don’t want. People can do some really messed up stuff to you. You’re proably thinking that they could just end your life in a quick swift moment. Do you have any close friends?
cancer is very painful and lots of stress to endure, well maybe someone who has cancer would know more than me.
no you would not want to be kidnapped either, your life would just be hell all of the time, people who kidnap are abusive
for several years I smoked chasing lung cancer and heart disease, but backed off when I found out about COPD, something much more common, and not lethal at all, just miserable.
I’m definitely on the warm side of accepting a terminal illness, not seeking such things out, but if I was diagnosed there definitely wouldn’t be any seeking of treatment, if I can help it.
kidnapped though….. that’s an interesting one, I haven’t seen anything about someone suicidal being kidnapped, so it’s kind of new territory
the circumstances necessary though, not at all easy to get. Like one is being rich yourself, the odds of that unless you are already related to someone rich is less than being hit by lightning. Same goes for having someone else who would pay your ransom……
so we’re looking at human trafficking? that’s really awful…. chances are you’d be forced into sex slavery or hard labor….. both of which would make the being suicidal worse
then again, I’ve wished things would get worse so I could do something about it…. so in that extended situation it makes sense, I guess
I’d rather something more pleasant as a catalyst myself, like start with mountain climbing and fall and die in an ice cave. Major upshot there is the body is rarely found
Dear all,
I’m sorry, I know I sounded like a dick.
I wrote this yesterday when I was again in the deepest pit of depression. Everything came falling on me at once. I have purchased a rope and I have tied the knot and I held on to it crying my eyes out watching the sky turn dark… All the time thinking “if I had done it this morning, I would have been dead by now, and no one would realize” because I hadn’t been talking to anyone lately… Then my cat meowed and saved my life.
believe me , you have thousand reason to stay alive , you have to wait