My life as of right now, is falling apart, I have been taking less care of myself and my relationships with others, I avoid exercise and I stopped hanging out with my friends and relatives, I stopped doing anything that i enjoyed doing or that has return benefit on me.
the reason for this is that i like being miserable, not in the sense that i draw pleasure for being unhappy, but because i find pain consistent and familiar as well as being easy to achieve, the feeling of sabotaging my success is addictive, for it helps me avoid the hassle of maintaining my habits, i know how it feels to lead a healthy life, i’ve done that for awhile but still it was non-rewarding, that is mixed with the feeling of being inefficient at turning work into progress, and it hurts me to see myself working real hard just to get where everyone else is.
when i stop caring about myself i don’t feel too bad when i find that everything is terrible, because i feel deserving, i actually feel i got what my work was supposed to get me.
lately in the last few months, my state has gotten worse, not that i cared about myself at all, i just had the thought that i am a burden over my family, one day i would have to move out because they will no longer be able to support me, and looking at my habits, i won’t be going anywhere far.
I know that i need to clean myself up if im going anywhere, but i still despise the feeling of bettering myself. i see the solution to be in suicide.
looking at it one way it makes sense, i won’t have to ever try force myself into a life i don’t like, and nobody would feel the need to help me. that is as simple as it gets and based on this reasoning i attempted to kill myself 4 times as of right now, the main way i tried was sodium poisoning and i got very close one a couple of those attempts, i only failed because of my body’s reaction to it (puking).
but at the other hand, my family and friends might not take it very well, i feel different ways in this situation, because i don’t want to do them bad, but i somewhat selfishly blame my parents for my conception, and my raising in a religious household, religion also threatens suicide with an eternity in a pit of fire but that’s not really of my concerns.
what i’m worried about is there might be reasoning behind wanting to live that ive never considered,
that’s the reason i wrote this, so that someone might provide me with newer insight into this issue i have.
If you read until this point thank you, and i hope you have any opinion on the matter.