Dust 2 Dust
Master Don Juan
Hello my SoSuave brothers,
Over the past year I’ve been contemplating ending my life. A year ago I suffered an injury that has left me with chronic pain, mostly homebound, and sexual dysfunction. I can barely work part-time and I’m on the cusp of losing everything I worked so hard to build during my life.
There is no such thing as a spontaneous suicide like you hear in the media. Those who take their lives often spend months and even years agonizing over the decision. It is often a domino effect as the world around them collapses on top of them. I have tried nearly everything I can think of going to multitudes of doctors, psychiatrists, physical therapy, and psychological therapists. I even spent 2 weeks locked up in a psychiatric facility. I am almost out of cards to play and feel to be doomed to this existence or death. I can’t believe this is what my life has come to. We all were once children with hopes and dreams and so many times I've wished I could return to that gentle naive state.
I am not seeking attention or pity from anyone. It is not necessary to even respond. I just wanted to get my story out there. Hopefully, one day I can find healing and happiness or hopefully a part of me lives on in you and can have the happiness and healing that wasn't meant for me. If any of you would say a prayer or save a thought for me I would greatly appreciate it.
Over the past year I’ve been contemplating ending my life. A year ago I suffered an injury that has left me with chronic pain, mostly homebound, and sexual dysfunction. I can barely work part-time and I’m on the cusp of losing everything I worked so hard to build during my life.
There is no such thing as a spontaneous suicide like you hear in the media. Those who take their lives often spend months and even years agonizing over the decision. It is often a domino effect as the world around them collapses on top of them. I have tried nearly everything I can think of going to multitudes of doctors, psychiatrists, physical therapy, and psychological therapists. I even spent 2 weeks locked up in a psychiatric facility. I am almost out of cards to play and feel to be doomed to this existence or death. I can’t believe this is what my life has come to. We all were once children with hopes and dreams and so many times I've wished I could return to that gentle naive state.
I am not seeking attention or pity from anyone. It is not necessary to even respond. I just wanted to get my story out there. Hopefully, one day I can find healing and happiness or hopefully a part of me lives on in you and can have the happiness and healing that wasn't meant for me. If any of you would say a prayer or save a thought for me I would greatly appreciate it.