My treatment team has such hope for me. They tell me I'm intelligent and resourceful and therefore should be able to recover and have a great life. But I'm not going to miraculously bounce back from my life experiences. I don't even feel worthy of that. I'm going to be plagued by bouts of dissociation and mental instability for the rest of my life. I keep trying to give myself reasons to delay attempting suicide. I don't want to deal with the hospital again, if I botched another attempt I'd have to deal with them and I hate them so much I'm so terrified of them. I could have a better life than I do right now, I'm going back to school and I'm aiming to go to university next year as a mature student. I want to be a social worker and be able to make my pain meaningful in helping others.
But it all seems meaningless. I am nothing but a cardboard cutout, sure I'm intelligent, but what value does that actually have? I'm stuck in this rat race of life because somebody thinks I'm Okay but I know that I'm not and I'm so tired of fighting. I want to move on to a better place. Whether there is an afterlife or it's just that I turn to compost for soil and bring nourishment to mother nature it's got to be better than what I'm doing now.
But it all seems meaningless. I am nothing but a cardboard cutout, sure I'm intelligent, but what value does that actually have? I'm stuck in this rat race of life because somebody thinks I'm Okay but I know that I'm not and I'm so tired of fighting. I want to move on to a better place. Whether there is an afterlife or it's just that I turn to compost for soil and bring nourishment to mother nature it's got to be better than what I'm doing now.