For the first time in my life, I now have a person who’s worth fighting for. No, I’m not talking about my family.
Love is such a funny thing. I was devastated by it just a few months before, now I’m asking for it.
He is kind to me. And.. funnily that’s enough. For us, I’ll have to endure whatever may come in my way, and succeed in life.
What are you guys’ reason to keep living? Who makes you feel worthy enough to do it?
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I have none.. only reasons to commit. With nothing to keep me going I am going to be committing within the next few days to a month.. or just as soon as I get the chance.. I have been trying to commit for 12 or so years so a very tough time over here, trying very seriously the last 6 or so.. I never wanted/expected to be alive today. It’s only worse with each passing day
I’m happy for you though I just hope you don’t do anything stupid
I envy you that you have someone to love other than family 🙂 . My biggest reason is my two sisters. They are too young and I cant do it to em.
I think it’s two things.
1. The hope that I will be able to find a way to feel better, and
2. My partner. We’ve been together for decades. A very patient and understanding human being.
Don’t really have a reason. My whole life I’ve been crippled by social anxiety. I just feel useless. I haven’t made anything of myself. I’m in my mid-30s and have nothing to show for it. Occasionally I get the feeling that maybe some woman is checking me out, but I’m too scared to go talk to her. Hell, I’m too scared to even look at her. And I figure: Even if she IS attracted to me, that will wither as soon as she learns who I am. I’m an embarrassment. A weirdo. And I feel like it’s too late now. I see boys half my age do great with women. And it makes me want to die. I have nothing. My whole life has been one long fraud, one long failure. No one knows me. The image I try to project is nothing like what I feel inside. I’m a liar, a coward. And I can’t seem to get anything done, accomplish anything. What a joke.
@muspelhem You just described me exactly.. Except I’ll be 40 in a few months.
I wish living for my young daughter was enough to keep me going.. But when I only get to see her once a week and have absolutely nothing else, what’s the point? She makes me happy when I’m with her, but it’s crushing lonliness and failure and bad luck and social isolation the rest of the time. I’m past the point of thinking/hoping that my life will ever get better.
I just hope she has a far better life than I’ve had and that she can forgive me someday for what I plan on doing.
I think maybe your path to happiness would involve relying on your own actions to bring you happiness, rather than on external sources (like your daughter).
Damn man, you just described my life.
I hope we can change our circumstances.
I guess it’s four of us. Mid 30s as well, only difference is i just got tired of projecting something i’m not if the end result is the same (so even less chances of achieving something i guess). I’m just alive for my grandmother (i don’t want to make her deal with my demise), but once she’s gone (i guess a few years more) i’m done. I do hope at some point things improve for all of us (hey, one can dream right? hah).
Fear of failing at suicide is essentially what keeps me going. On better days, the thought of my brother and my young cousins having to deal with my death helps keep me from the brink, too.
Two cats.
There was a period in my life, almost 8 years ago, when I managed to create a period of positive momentum, for lack of anything better to call it. The specifics are irrelevant, what I did and how I did it. Part of it, however, involved acquiring two cats. I’m alone in the world without them, and I’ve given them and myself my word that I’ll do as much as possible to keep the three of us together until the day they die. Having them around is a constant reminder that, for the first time in my life, I’m doing something meaningful for someone else. Maybe I’ll make it, maybe not, but they’re worth the effort to me. Beyond that, it’s anyone’s guess what will happen.
I don’t know, who will pay the bills otherwise?
I really don’t have a reason, I guess if I had a reason it would be because of my mum. my life is ok on the outside but inside I’m just sick and tired of life and don’t like the idea of it, have no meaning in life, just don’t like society and people anyway and how sick society is, and its boring and meh and whatever I wrote above, hope I’m gone in a few months, perhaps earlier. f**k this.
I get through the day simply because I’ve got to. I wake up, find Im still alive and realise I’ve got to get through it until my check out time from this place. The only thing that keeps me going is the inevitability that my departure will come.