We Always Wonder Why
Written by a founding member of Youth MOVE Massachusetts
Nobody talks about wanting to die. There’s a dark stigma around it like it’s a contagious disease. It’s as if by talking about it, we have something to lose, when in reality, if we don’t talk about it, we’ll continue to lose many lives. We’re always surprised when somebody dies by suicide. We wonder where the signs were; we wonder how no one noticed something was off. We wonder why. We always wonder why.
Some days, I wake up, and the thought of having to go through the motions again becomes almost unbearable. Get up, shower, try to eat breakfast, go to work, try to have a social life, go to bed, and think about how much I don’t want to do the same thing day in and day out for the rest of my life. It all seems so tedious - especially when I’m also dealing with constant anxiety and treatment-resistant depression.
There are even days when I just want to die. I’m not saying that I’m suicidal. I don’t have a plan of action. I haven’t written my final goodbyes. I’ll be honest - I don’t even think I could bring myself to do it. The thought, though, is almost cathartic in a way. It’s like looking forward to taking a nap after you’ve woken up too early for a breakfast party that you didn’t even want to attend in the first place. When I’m at my lowest, I constantly think, “I didn’t want any of this. I didn’t ask to be born.” Often, I’d rather face the pitch black of uncertainty than deal with being depressed and crying myself into an uneasy sleep night after night...
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