People love youThis is weird - if all goes well - I hope to end life within 3 weeks. I am quite content , and life is going well. Stable etc, my reasons I have spoken through for now about 4 months (thought for YEARS daily) w my therapist - and she has given me interesting food for thought and I am taking parts of it for now.
My mom and dad both know that I am going to follow through so being I do not have a manic depressive episodes , I am only doing this in good times , and logical thought. They are both really struggling with it, it does hurt me so much, but I know that within a grieving period , the lives they know will be better
and I think that my dad has slowly admitted some of the truth of that to himself. My poor mum, she is just too distraught trying to find things to make me happy so I don't do this - my god , happiness I have !!!! I wish that life / death could be viewed differently after the years I have spent dedicated to a few facts of logic - and a few seeds of wisdom. I follow them, and I am almost at the day - now everyone tries to get me hospitalized against my will, I am quite calm and in control of my mind - the poor EMTS must be fed up.
So what keeps me alive ? My goals - then, nothing !! And wicked fuckin stoked !!! :D
This is sad to hear. Extremely sad.Schopenhauer wrote that "it will generally be found that where the terrors of life come to outweigh the terrors of death, a man will put an end to his life". I think that this is accurate and sensible, as long as 'terror of death' is taken to include things that follow upon it, like grief to family members.
That has been the issue for me for a long time - what it would do to my family. But I wonder, does it even make sense to think in this way? If I am dead, and am totally wiped out, it is only from the point of view of other people that my family's suffering exists; to my mind there is nothing. But surely my mind is the relevant one with questions like this. It may be in the strictest sense meaningless to talk about 'grief' if you're not even there to witness it, given that it is a predicate of everything we say that it is relatable to us in some way.
I wonder...
What's keeping me alive? Not much. I've failed, I'm addicted to drugs that use up every dime of my shitty waiter job. I'm a step away from doing some shit that will have me institutionalized forcibly. I'm not used to living like this, and I am way past depression at this point. Even if things do start getting better in a superficial way, my heart has become so cold that I need to stop it before it gets any further. I stay alive just because I play a role in a third party's case where she needs me to just stay alive a little bit longer (although I'm sure she would argue that she needs me to stay alive forever). But yeah, I'm about to disappoint people a lot. I already am, but at least this time I won't be able to suffer the humiliation of being self-aware. The ultimate selfish act, what can I say.
I am a multiple-degree having financial whiz who was managing lots of money during the completion of my MBA in Europe (I'm from the U.S., and I did this on my own dime like buying a coke). We had a team of people from multiple countries (all students) doing this instead of participating in standardized school activities. And we were getting relatively serious wealth considering we started from nothing. Clubs every night - and I had serious plans of never returning to the U.S. I don't have a serious problem with U.S. citizens, it's just that the culture is such that people are there to "get it while the gettings good," leaving no room for a reason to actually live there other than raping opportunities (which can be done from afar without having to be around that mentality). I think it's gross, and now I am stuck in it. I am blacklisted since 2008, with the debt of a small, bankrupt company. The market stopped being predictable when the banks stopped being good at lying. It was their job to lie, and they failed at being good at it during a time when everyone was cheering for them to keep it going. Sure, it was bound to collapse - everyone knew it was coming, contrary to popular belief, for at least two years, but when 100 year old institutions started dropping like flies I didn't know who to bet against next since it was like the world was crashing down.
I am not being hired, whereas before I went to grad school I was turning down $50,000/yr positions with advance cash bonuses and quarterly bonuses in Houston, where making around $75,000 will put you in a very nice position since the cost of living is a joke. I have serious legal troubles - my debt is worth enough for lawyers to front resources in trying to find me, and they've come close a few times. Now, I'm fucking waiting tables and I'm not making enough money to support even the most basic buzz consistently. I've been to rehab a few times, and the truth is that it is only a temporary fix. I am who I am - I like nice drugs in my system and throw-away money. I've tried adjusting my standards. Really. But this is not working out for me. I have never operated so close to the margin as I have in the last 4 years. It is hell, and I don't really care how other people feel about living like that being okay.
^your story reminds me of Boethius; old school philosopher. He had it all, then came crashing down to nothing. Maybe giving his book 'consolation of philosophy' a read would give you some perspective, all is not lost. The book is probably boring but the wiki covers the important parts:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Consolation_of_Philosophy
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boethius