i honestly try to avoid feeling sorry for myself or complaining about my "pain" or whining about how unfair all of it is. i understand that everyone's lot in life is different and, for the most part, my road has been much better and easier than almost everyone else. i certainly have not suffered the hardships and trauma that so many others have ... my "suffering" is of my own making. i have created the conditions that have pushed me to the edge on and off over the past few decades. consequently, i can hardly complain, can i? and i sincerely believe that complaining and blaming are entirely unproductive. i have always espoused the belief that every problem, every mistake can be repaired and that spending time complaining about such problems or deciding who to blame for them does nothing to fix them. instead, it is always a better course to look for and implement solutions.
with that background, i still have reached the end. as i said, my troubles are all my own fault -- i am, simply, a truly horrible, reprehensible person who has inflicted pain on anyone in my orbit ... mostly on the people i love the most and who i was supposed to take care of, the ones whose lives i was supposed to make better. i failed miserably and continue to make things worse every day. i have come to the realization that, as long as i am here, they will suffer more and that the only hope for their happiness is to remove me from their lives. there is no world in which i exist where the future is not dark and grim. there is no hope while i am here. knowing that as clearly and certainly as i do, isn't the right decision to remove myself from their lives? isn't that maybe the first, and only, good thing i will have ever done for them?
with that background, i still have reached the end. as i said, my troubles are all my own fault -- i am, simply, a truly horrible, reprehensible person who has inflicted pain on anyone in my orbit ... mostly on the people i love the most and who i was supposed to take care of, the ones whose lives i was supposed to make better. i failed miserably and continue to make things worse every day. i have come to the realization that, as long as i am here, they will suffer more and that the only hope for their happiness is to remove me from their lives. there is no world in which i exist where the future is not dark and grim. there is no hope while i am here. knowing that as clearly and certainly as i do, isn't the right decision to remove myself from their lives? isn't that maybe the first, and only, good thing i will have ever done for them?
