Scolar Visari said:
Paksenarrion said:
Sometimes every other day, but usually every other week. Every so often, it comes to a peak at once an hour.
To be fair, it's not that I think about suicide in the usual sense. It's more along the lines of, "Everyone's lives would be better if I were dead. I would stop complicating matters and allow everyone to go on with their lives if I wasn't here."
And then there's the "if I get into a car accident and die, that would be nice" thoughts as I drive home. But then I realize that the person who crashes into me might also get hurt, and I start hoping for a random satellite to drop out of orbit and hit me.
These thoughts stem from feeling like a drain on civilization. All it takes is a strong suspicion that the world would be better off without my bungling, and away my thoughts race!
But, yes, I have problems. I should talk to my therapist about them today during my appointment. It might help if he communicated via lolcats, or something.
No no, that pretty much is "the usual sense". And I hope to Ceiling Cat that you aren't serious. What about all the little snot-nosed kids you take care of? What would they do without you? What happened to the whole "...crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women." attitude?
P.S. Does the lolcats reference help?
XD You do cheer me up, thank you. ^_^
It's never really any one reason. Sometimes, the feelings stem from guilt, or anger, or shame, or fear, or just being so tired of living. Throughout, there's an underlying feeling of being powerless.
I love my kids. I love them so much. Sometimes I feel that they would do so much better without me. I do so many things wrong, even when I mean to do right. It's not just enough to want to do good things. I need to be able to do good things properly. So much trust and affection from them; I don't want to fail them. I wish I was perfect.
That's the overriding message.
I wish I was perfect.
That makes me want to punch my lights out, if I were facing myself in mortal combat.
I have nothing to complain about, and yet I keep wanting more. What a selfish *****.
Damn, this is kinda depressing. I'm sorry, ceiling cat. I probably know what you're thinking:
"Time to watch my favorite person masturb-...oh. This is depressing. I'm a go listen to Linkin Park nao..."