whiteraven
Diamond Member
For the first time in months, I'm back to thinking about suicide again. I'd given it up - the whole idea - seriously, because I felt an obligation to my mom and my cats. And then my aunt died. My aunt, who I never liked. And all the thoughts about death and dying and all the anxiety that had been building up over the many, many months just, I don't know. I don't have any friends and I know I can't manage life without my mom, with all the stuff that keeps piling on. Yes, I know that's down the road, but I'm so tired. I'm only living to get by and that is hardly a life. I've been living like this for a very, very long time now and have very little to show for it; at a time when I should be looking forward to leisure and back at where I've been and what I've accomplished, I'm only still struggling to survive.
I've lost the care I had for who would be hurt if I died. There was really only my mom and the cats. I don't think anybody else would much care. But we all die eventually and we are all just here until then, doing not so much of anything anyway.
Safe for now, whatever that means. But really wondering what I can do to hold myself up for the future.
I've lost the care I had for who would be hurt if I died. There was really only my mom and the cats. I don't think anybody else would much care. But we all die eventually and we are all just here until then, doing not so much of anything anyway.
Safe for now, whatever that means. But really wondering what I can do to hold myself up for the future.