I ask myself why continue on a daily basis. It’s getting harder to come up with a satisfactory answer. My family would be destroyed by my suicide, that’s why I continue but If they knew the hell that is my life maybe they could let me go. I fucking hate life, there is no joy or happiness or contentment in my life. Drug induced highs are the only source of pleasure in my life and let’s be honest what kind of life is that? The only time I’m at peace is when inebriated but reality is always waiting to pounce.
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It’s the truth, but it’s completely a personal choice. You have to use sound mind and rational judgement to plan and enact these types of things. If you love your family then you can construct a perfect goodbye but most in situations as yours try to hang on as long as possible.
I haven’t felt joy in 5 or so years.. I don’t have anything to stay alive for, but I’m here and that’s not even a good thing mostly just get attacked over and over, but I am still here
amen. Spot on. no cure. off.
Rainwatch, I just read all your posts. We are so much alike its uncanny. I literally could have written every one of them myself for the exception of the pot reference. I live in the US, but my heritage is Irish, half my family lives in Dublin. I surmise that I am about 10 years older than you, and my feelings that life has passed me by are extreme. I have not traveled down any of the roads I would want to be on and I almost feel like it’s too late to start. Something you mentioned that also struck a chord was your imagination. I am extremely creative having grown up an only child and I feel my Walter Mitty-like mentality makes every situation worse. I can overthink anything and create huge hurdles in my mind. It seems I’m no more living a life than the man on the moon right now, rather living my life through movies and television. Binge drinking has ruined much of my life, but having quit drinking altogether 3 months ago I thought I would be feeling better now, but I actually feel worse because everything wasn’t magically fixed. I’m still me, sober, but still miserable. Your fear of letting down family members is something huge that I’ve been holding onto for a while but I’ve come to the realization that even my family only cares about themselves. Sure they would be sad, but where’s my fucking support if they do give a shit?