Sometimes I wonder if certain people (like me) just aren't made for this world. I am torn between wanting to be here and not wanting to be here, knowing full well that even if I choose to stick around, I may never truly be well enough to actually enjoy it and will always just be going through the motions.
I wonder why we are so obligated to be here. I didn't ask to be born, and yet I've got all these people telling me I can't die. It doesn't make sense to me. Death is never convenient; there's never a good time to die. I get that.
I only started on anti-depressants this week, but I'm not doing it for me. I'm not doing it because I *want* to get better (I don't think). Really I just want to check out. I suppose I'm taking them for the benefit of everyone around me who has to put up with me. I know they haven't started to work yet...and I need to give them time. But what if even after they start to work, I still want to check out? Why is that so wrong? I hate feeling obligated to stay alive for the sake of those around me. And yet that's the only thing that keeps me going right now. I definitely don't have any hope for the future. My life will not amount to anything and I'm past my capacity to help others. It's time for me to go, and yet, I can't.
I wonder why we are so obligated to be here. I didn't ask to be born, and yet I've got all these people telling me I can't die. It doesn't make sense to me. Death is never convenient; there's never a good time to die. I get that.
I only started on anti-depressants this week, but I'm not doing it for me. I'm not doing it because I *want* to get better (I don't think). Really I just want to check out. I suppose I'm taking them for the benefit of everyone around me who has to put up with me. I know they haven't started to work yet...and I need to give them time. But what if even after they start to work, I still want to check out? Why is that so wrong? I hate feeling obligated to stay alive for the sake of those around me. And yet that's the only thing that keeps me going right now. I definitely don't have any hope for the future. My life will not amount to anything and I'm past my capacity to help others. It's time for me to go, and yet, I can't.