Question: I Don’t Want To Live Anymore

Anonymous asked:

What do you do when you feel like you just don’t want to live? Like, you know if you trust in God and stand on His promises that things will get better, but that’s not the point…you just don’t have the desire to live anymore. How can that feeling change? I mean, it’s not like I don’t enjoy life sometimes, because I do, I’m just tired of it. :/

 

Dear friend,

I completely understand you and I used to feel this way everyday.  An old friend used to tell me, “I’m just living ’cause I can’t die.”  As morbid as it is, this is how we felt for a long time, and most people just didn’t get it.  They would reply, “Life is a gift” or “God is good” or “Live everyday like it’s your last,” but even knowing all that didn’t change anything.

I thought that because I felt this way, my life was worthless and there was no point to waking up and it would end without much significance in a vaporous whimper.  I’ve tried to kill myself.  I drank, a lot.  I’ve never really told anyone, but I once went through a season of cutting.  A few times, I gave away all my things because I was for sure I would go home and end it. 

Finally, in a hospital bed with a stomach full of half a bottle of pills, that was rock bottom.  The doctors were sure if I fell asleep, I wouldn’t wake up.  It was too late to pump my stomach.  They fed me liquid charcoal to neutralize the acid.  I waited.

I fell asleep.  You can feel death, you know.  It’s like someone is unraveling a thread at the back of your skull, like sinking into yourself.  It felt like my legs were dangling in water.  But in that moment, hanging over the abyss, there it was.  Not a neon sign or a grand eloquent vision, but a simple expression of something beyond this world.  You’re not done yet.  You have more. You have ME.

I woke up.  I was later Baker Act’ed into a mental hospital for two days, then released back to the world.  I had lost thirteen pounds in three days and had roomed with horribly tragic mental patients who had far worse problems than I.  Back into the sunlight, I suddenly didn’t want to waste my life anymore.  I couldn’t stand the thought of having died in that hospital bed.

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