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And while I might say some alarming things, I don't want anyone fretting about what I'm saying. Please--it's hard enough to even talk about this without everyone shrieking in terror or in fear that I'm going to do something I'll regret later down the line.
I've posted in other forums in the past about how suicide is not an option for me right now. But I have the utmost understanding of why some people do it. This understanding comes right now at personal expense--dealing with the effects of diabetic neuropathy, fibro, depression and several other things, I can definitely see how someone would try what they could to end all that pain and frustration. Dealing with chronic illness with high levels of fatigue, pain and other sorts of misery makes life not so much fun. It's been only 10 months since the neuropathy began, though I've had the other stuff for years. I used to hike, walk a wide variety of places, and while I used to bitch about it sometimes, at the very least I could still walk.
Then I started falling, walking like a zombie, and lost all the muscle in my legs. Spending a few hours out meant a whole day to recover at home the next day. It meant I started to have no life, because I had to decide what was more important: going out for a few hours or feeling okay. Nowadays, I have to carefully plan those days that I do go out, and have cancelled appointments and activities on the same day because I can't even drag myself around the house.
I can't even spend more than a couple of hours at the computer--I'm in agony if I try. I have to physically lie down every few hours in order to "rest" and to ease the pain in my legs.
But even so, sometimes I think about something I called "long-term suicide." It's where sometimes I don't really give a fuck, and thus take some things less seriously than I probably should. Like diet, for instance. I love chocolate, and I really don't want to follow any kind of diet that forbids me from enjoying my ice cream or other favorites. Sometimes, I don't even want to eat anything at all, and the doctors get mad at that, too. Exercise is near impossible for me, and there are other things, like taking insulin, that I often neglect.
Like I said, I'm not "suicidal" on some respects, but sometimes I feel that if I had to give up everything worth living for, then I might as well chuck it all now. Other times, I think that "long-term suicide" is a way to cover all the bases--nothing that would instantly alarm anyone, but certainly taking some things in stride and allowing other things to slide.
The only thing that worries me is who would take care of the cats should something happen to me. And I haven't got an answer for that. And that's the one main reason I'm here right now is as a caretaker.
And yesterday I admitted something else to myself: I can't commit suicide because I'm as curious as all hell as to who will be our next president. That might sound rather nebulous to an outsider, but admitting it here is easy. And unless there is a natural death lurking somewhere out there that I have no control over, it does stop me from the one I have some control over.
I know I have no real control over much else in my life, but I do have this part of me that gets more tired every day and which tries to find ways around the pain I feel every day. Right now, the psychological part of me is eagerly awaiting the future when we can all live a "normal" life with a president who isn't anxious to start WWIII, even if the physical part of me protests all the time. I just hope that the psychological me manages to survive to see that day come.
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