I never asked to be born. I never ask for everything that happen to me, all of my anxiety, my depression, my need for pain to even feel slightly alive and functional again. I was never even given any choice on whether or not i want to be alive.
I have been a christian since i was born, and i can count more time in my life when i resented that i have been forced with this dogma since the time i could not even think for myself (just like how this existence is as well). I hate that even to this moment when i am trying to distance myself away from religion, i could never shake off that purposefully terrifying sunday school teaching about how bad hell is, and the sermons as i get older how 'wasting God's gift is a sin'. His 'gift' for me was that i get to still be able to type this while everything else in my life crumbles, and i'm supposed to be grateful for that.
I just want all of my pain to stop. I was promised that 'oh, he'll make it all better', and you know what he did. 'He' showed me sometimes these nice chances, reeled me in, make me feel like everything's okay and maybe there really is something looking out for me...
...only to then throw me back to the depth of abyss. Like a little miscreant boy who tied up a coin with a string and waited for some out of his luck man to walk by and think he can take that and buy a bread to finally feed himself, only to keep pulling the coin away while cackling at how funny the man's desperation and frustration was.
And that... that's even more cruel than just a pure rejection. To give someone a spot of hope without ever intending to actually give it.
Everything in my life so far has been out of my own control. Now i want to take it back and end it without a shadow of fear that what awaits for me afterward is not the peace i wanted but some eternal torture, as if i didn't have enough right now.
Taking your own life, just because it's some 'gift from God' should never be a sin, when you never ask for it in the first place. Not when all you're given in that life is just non ending suffering.
I still believe in god, in that i do believe one exist. Whether or not that god is as benevolent as i was always taught, it's up for debate. As of the late, he has became less of a 'ruler and father', and more of a 'petulant law maker who hates it when someone beat him at his own sick little game'.
I have been a christian since i was born, and i can count more time in my life when i resented that i have been forced with this dogma since the time i could not even think for myself (just like how this existence is as well). I hate that even to this moment when i am trying to distance myself away from religion, i could never shake off that purposefully terrifying sunday school teaching about how bad hell is, and the sermons as i get older how 'wasting God's gift is a sin'. His 'gift' for me was that i get to still be able to type this while everything else in my life crumbles, and i'm supposed to be grateful for that.
I just want all of my pain to stop. I was promised that 'oh, he'll make it all better', and you know what he did. 'He' showed me sometimes these nice chances, reeled me in, make me feel like everything's okay and maybe there really is something looking out for me...
...only to then throw me back to the depth of abyss. Like a little miscreant boy who tied up a coin with a string and waited for some out of his luck man to walk by and think he can take that and buy a bread to finally feed himself, only to keep pulling the coin away while cackling at how funny the man's desperation and frustration was.
And that... that's even more cruel than just a pure rejection. To give someone a spot of hope without ever intending to actually give it.
Everything in my life so far has been out of my own control. Now i want to take it back and end it without a shadow of fear that what awaits for me afterward is not the peace i wanted but some eternal torture, as if i didn't have enough right now.
Taking your own life, just because it's some 'gift from God' should never be a sin, when you never ask for it in the first place. Not when all you're given in that life is just non ending suffering.
I still believe in god, in that i do believe one exist. Whether or not that god is as benevolent as i was always taught, it's up for debate. As of the late, he has became less of a 'ruler and father', and more of a 'petulant law maker who hates it when someone beat him at his own sick little game'.