The world might be a better place if suicide were more readily accepted. Part of our issue I've contemplated is our animal-ness- our instinct- our beating hearts that know nothing else. To those who have actually genuinely attempted suicide- you have my respect.
I understand it's a wish for their situation to change, not necessarily for their life to end, but in senses ov course they wish for death. So many people get lost in how we interpret it. We all do at some point. But we do wish to end the bad life. Many might not think it through. If they did, I think more would be more successful in killing themselves. There are quite a few sure ways to do it, to literally end one's life. Take a shotgun to your mouth, drive car off of a really tall cliff, drown yourself, jump off of a really tall building. Pills are the result of not processing- not to offend anyone. You want the same thing but pills are most likely not as premeditated, and are likely taken while very "emotional".
I apologize. I need to step back. I have no idea. I have never attempted suicide, but I remember the first time I thought about it. There was an electric socket, some water, and a hairdryer, and my mom as she did made me feel really really bad about myself for some reason. School perhaps. I was around 10, I think.
Now, I think about it just about every day. It's mostly because of my dysfunction- mostly health-related. I'm suffering. It seems it's a never-ending, at least as long as I'm alive- battle. And I'm tired of fighting. It's not that my illnesses are life threatening by the literal common definition... but in a very real sense it has been life-destroying for me... of the life I want.
I also spend a lot of time alone. Most of my time, actually. Since 2006, I've been pretty much alone, and I'm now 29. I just can't see anyone else in my life- but when it has happened, and I have felt this way before, I seem to readily adapt and my moods change. Still, I know this dark truth. My condition effects how I interact with others, and with my awareness now, I just don't want to take any chances. It can be aggravated by intimacy, as mainly, I'm allergic to substances and foods. I would self-diagnose even though it's not a clinically accepted condition- a mild form of "multiple chemical sensitivities" (milder than many I've read about). I don't like to be around perfume, cologne... especially strong ("artificial") scents. I have perhaps a mostly mental aversion to make up, but it could be justified, and hair products really bother me. I'm allergic to dairy, and more foods than I'm not- to put it one way. These are things I found recently in life- as the cause for problems all through it, and because kissing is involved and other contact in relationships... because of these allergies, I simply won't engage anymore. I'm sort of afraid to. Not to say that's all that holds me back- I don't usually feel well enough. My allergies did a number on my body- as I lived suffering with them for years and years, and years- undiagnosed. Now, at 29, my gallbladder as well is diseased. This is tied to a taxed liver and bad diet/digestion, which is involved with the allergies. Allergies create conditions for more allergies, and conditions to develop.
I really wish there was a different word for this- for these allergies, as it sounds like I'm being a baby about a runny nose. At least to make it sound as sinister as it can be.
I hate talking about it, and unless the fucking system gets the treatment for them out faster than 15 years from now, I don't see myself sticking around. I just don't want to. Fix my allergies.. from the core (immune system recalibration)... and I'm more or less fixed. There has been research done that shows a lot of promise in reversing allergies, which involves taking blood from the individual and attaching food proteins to white blood cells, and then putting that blood back into the subject, which has been shown using multiple foods as examples- already, to basically program the immune system to not react- to not be allergic. It sounds fairly simple, but the way things go, unless I can get in for human testing- I'm looking at 15-20 years, and even then I have to account for the cruelty of pharmaceutical companies and the mighty dollar which justifies the use of nuclear weaponry on 99% as a weapon of mercy (just for scale, not taking into account suffering from radiation to 99 percent of the 1 percent), who... well.. might profit from people being allergic to things. A market would close down. This treatment is being researched for other auto-immune disorders as well which as well probably make bank for the pharm companies.. (I'm not sure about the extent of their involvement, but they make an easy target right now... a really good example of the ugliness of capitalism. Not sure how they would stop a non-drug therapy from becoming treatment though, so I might just be spitting fire.)
Basically, I feel I've lost faith/hope. I'm tired of the bullshit. There still may be a spark, but it's a spark that fades. Another spark comes, but it's dark, and I don't see a fire yet. Just sparks. And tonight it rained, and dropped below 40.
Suicide. If done for the right reasons, with contemplation, I feel can be very respectable, and honorable. People can make their own decisions. They aren't what we expect of them, nor should they be or feel required to be.
I see death as my destiny. When it comes, if I see it coming, I'll know that it's the "right answer", and right answers give me comfort- so I imagine I'll find comfort with it.
Ending it on my own accord, though... I still can't control my heart-beat/I can't tell my body to just stop, so it's hard to get around that. That's just the way I see it. It just keeps going, you know. Very hard to over-ride, no matter how much I want to escape my current situation.
I have experienced, and probably will experience radically different views, though. But honestly this has been pretty stable. My mood admittedly circles around "what's the point?", you know..
But like I said, I keep entertained... next word "Unfortunately", to keep a tone.