Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Why can't I kill myself?

The only thing I truly own in this life is me: my mind and my body. Why
can't I be assisted to die? Because it's a mental illness and they judge
me as ill because I want to die but I'm totally sane in this respect.
There is no treatment for me. I live filling in the days before I die
but it is emptiness. People with terminal physical illnesses are allowed
to die. People in really high physical pain are allowed to die.

I want to die with dignity just as much as they do. They may label me
depressed and take away my sanity in that diagnosis but it's wrong. I
just wasn't meant for this shitty world.

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We It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists. The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"