DISCLAIMER: I am not going to kill myself.
I have reservations about posting this - especially since I've seen some of the train wrecks that "help me" topics can become on ERA but I just... need to vent. The mods can lock it if they feel the need.
Yeah, yeah, I know "find a therapist." Okay. Thanks. I didn't think about that myself.
But, as the title states, I don't want to be alive anymore. I've been dealing with this feeling for a while - maybe the pandemic has made it worse? I'm not really sure. I don't like to talk about it with people because I always feel like everyone assumes I want attention or coddling - I don't. The "it'll get better!" and "you're great/funny/loved" shit just makes me feel worse about myself. And then there's the whole part of my brain that just says "they're just saying it to be nice and absolve themselves of guilt if I were to actually drop dead." The best way to describe how I feel is "passively suicidal." I daydream about just not having to wake up to face the world anymore. The thought of no longer failing at everything I do, disappointing the few people who care about me, or annoying the people who have to deal with me is just... it would be a relief to not have to deal with the weight and stress of it all again.
97% of the time I feel like a waste of space. Like someone who is just using the resources of this world but hasn't earned them. I'm not particularly intelligent, attractive, or useful. I would definitely classify myself as one of the most annoying people on the planet. The people who are around me, IRL or online, tolerate me because they have to (to some extent). I'm a constant burden. And to make it worse: I constantly berate myself with "what could a CIS, white guy have to be so depressed about? There's so many people who have it far worse that you do."
There are days when I can be rational and my brain works properly by telling me "no, this isn't real - no one thinks that" but those days are few and far between. Then I'm back to where I started - alone and depressed. My husband puts up with so much and I feel guilty for making him deal with this. None of my friends - the few that I have - live near me anymore. And with the pandemic it's not like I could go visit them anyway. I feel alone all the time - and even when I'm not I'm useless and bring nothing of value to the conversation or any situation.
I try to participate in online groups, but I quickly turn everyone off from me. My personality is grating and few share my interests. Online gaming isn't really something I should be doing because I lack any sort of skill and my aforementioned personality drives people away causing them to hate me.
On top of all of that I don't know anyone who shares my interests or sense of humor. When I try to share things that I do/create/enjoy or find amusing I'm met with silence or confusion - usually I'm just dismissed or ignored. I don't know what's wrong with me or what makes people despise me so much, but I've tried to figure it out, and I can't.
So lately I spend my days sleeping as much as I can, so I don't have to be awake to feel this way. I cry myself to sleep most nights - hell, I'm on the edge of tears right now typing this out. I think the only thing keeping me from offing myself is that there's a part of me that's like "the second you do it you'll win 20 million or your YouTube shit will take off, and then you'll have missed it because you're dead" because that's just my luck. I know my husband would miss me, but he'd get over it and find someone who's actually worthwhile and doesn't bring him down. He shouldn't have to take care of me - I shouldn't ruin his life just because I hate mine so much.
I just want to stop feeling this way. I just want it all to end. And I don't know how to make it happen. What I do know is that I hate this existence and everything about who I am. Why can't I just be a normal person?
I have reservations about posting this - especially since I've seen some of the train wrecks that "help me" topics can become on ERA but I just... need to vent. The mods can lock it if they feel the need.
Yeah, yeah, I know "find a therapist." Okay. Thanks. I didn't think about that myself.
But, as the title states, I don't want to be alive anymore. I've been dealing with this feeling for a while - maybe the pandemic has made it worse? I'm not really sure. I don't like to talk about it with people because I always feel like everyone assumes I want attention or coddling - I don't. The "it'll get better!" and "you're great/funny/loved" shit just makes me feel worse about myself. And then there's the whole part of my brain that just says "they're just saying it to be nice and absolve themselves of guilt if I were to actually drop dead." The best way to describe how I feel is "passively suicidal." I daydream about just not having to wake up to face the world anymore. The thought of no longer failing at everything I do, disappointing the few people who care about me, or annoying the people who have to deal with me is just... it would be a relief to not have to deal with the weight and stress of it all again.
97% of the time I feel like a waste of space. Like someone who is just using the resources of this world but hasn't earned them. I'm not particularly intelligent, attractive, or useful. I would definitely classify myself as one of the most annoying people on the planet. The people who are around me, IRL or online, tolerate me because they have to (to some extent). I'm a constant burden. And to make it worse: I constantly berate myself with "what could a CIS, white guy have to be so depressed about? There's so many people who have it far worse that you do."
There are days when I can be rational and my brain works properly by telling me "no, this isn't real - no one thinks that" but those days are few and far between. Then I'm back to where I started - alone and depressed. My husband puts up with so much and I feel guilty for making him deal with this. None of my friends - the few that I have - live near me anymore. And with the pandemic it's not like I could go visit them anyway. I feel alone all the time - and even when I'm not I'm useless and bring nothing of value to the conversation or any situation.
I try to participate in online groups, but I quickly turn everyone off from me. My personality is grating and few share my interests. Online gaming isn't really something I should be doing because I lack any sort of skill and my aforementioned personality drives people away causing them to hate me.
On top of all of that I don't know anyone who shares my interests or sense of humor. When I try to share things that I do/create/enjoy or find amusing I'm met with silence or confusion - usually I'm just dismissed or ignored. I don't know what's wrong with me or what makes people despise me so much, but I've tried to figure it out, and I can't.
So lately I spend my days sleeping as much as I can, so I don't have to be awake to feel this way. I cry myself to sleep most nights - hell, I'm on the edge of tears right now typing this out. I think the only thing keeping me from offing myself is that there's a part of me that's like "the second you do it you'll win 20 million or your YouTube shit will take off, and then you'll have missed it because you're dead" because that's just my luck. I know my husband would miss me, but he'd get over it and find someone who's actually worthwhile and doesn't bring him down. He shouldn't have to take care of me - I shouldn't ruin his life just because I hate mine so much.
I just want to stop feeling this way. I just want it all to end. And I don't know how to make it happen. What I do know is that I hate this existence and everything about who I am. Why can't I just be a normal person?