hostagesoul
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I think of death often, almost constantly sometimes. I cry so hard I can't breathe, my eyes are raw; I'm anguished. I beg GOD for mercy, for peace, for death. I wake up distraught knowing that I am here another day. I have no social support, no family, no friends and my husband's perception of me is degrading, he unabashadly calls me crazy. I live with chronic back pain, no fluid in my disk. I cannot work, I have no help, and no one to talk to.
I know that if there were a painless suicide method, I would have completed the task by now. I feel as though I am a ghost, not participating in the world, unnoticed, uncared for. I rarely leave my bedroom. I am simply going through the motions of life because I am too much of a coward to complete the task.
I have no fear of death, only pain. The ironic thing is that I am in teriible pain. I am suffering beyond what words could ever express. I pray for mercy, for peace...
I know that if there were a painless suicide method, I would have completed the task by now. I feel as though I am a ghost, not participating in the world, unnoticed, uncared for. I rarely leave my bedroom. I am simply going through the motions of life because I am too much of a coward to complete the task.
I have no fear of death, only pain. The ironic thing is that I am in teriible pain. I am suffering beyond what words could ever express. I pray for mercy, for peace...