If I don’t recover in a couple of years, I will try to request assisted dying through Athanasius. And may God grant me the request. It’s truly frightening to think about living like this indefinitely. I feel like a completely different person. I can barely manage simple tasks like washing the dishes. I feel so physically weak, emotionally numb and I’m 36 years old. I’ve lost my sense of living. It’s difficult to explain this strange empty feeling. I don’t want to be negative, but I never asked to exist. I don’t believe God would punish me more in an afterlife for wanting to escape living with the suffering of possible brain damage. May God have mercy on us.
